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Cw«adiwi  InsthuM  for  Historical  IMicroroproductiont  /  Inslitut  canadiwi  do  microroproductiom  liistoriqira* 


1995 


TMhnical  and  BibliofnpMc  Netn  /  Notts  fMhniquM  tt  bibliognphiqun 


Th«  ImtituM  hn  •tumpnd  to  obtain  th*  b«t  erifiral 
copy  aniliMt  fo<  tilmjnt.  FMtum  of  thh  copy  tiiiidi 
may  ba  taMioflnpliieally  uniqua,  nirtilch  may  aher  any 
of  tna  ima^as  n  tna  npnout  tion,  of  wtHcn  may 
lignifleantly  chanfi  th*  luual  mathod  of  fihnini,  an 
chacfcad  btlOMf. 


L'Inititiit  a  mkrafilmA  la  maillaiir  axamplaira  qu'il 
lui  a  M  ponibla  da  w  procurar.  Ut  dtaili  dt  cat 
axamplaifa  qui  lont  paut4tr«  uniquat  du  point  da  vu 
bibUompliiqiM,  qui  paunnt  medif iar  una  imafa 
raproduita.  ou  qui  paunnt  axi(ar  una  modification 
dam  la  mMioda  nonnala  da  f  ihnaia  lent  indiquii 


Coiourad  eovan/ 
Couvartura  da  coulaur 


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□  Co«an  damagad/ 
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I  Couwrtura  andommaiia 


Covart  rattorad  and/or  laminaiad/ 
Counrtuca  raitaurta  at/ou  pallicuMa 


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□  Covar  titia  mitiing/ 
La 


□  Colourad  mapa/ 
Cartai  9<oyap>iqua«  an  coulaur 


□  Colourad  paiai/ 
Pagai  da  coulaur 

□  Pa9M  damaiad/ 
n|at  andommafaai 

□  Pa(n  raitorad  and/or  laminatad/ 
Pa(a>  ranauriaa  at/ou  paWcuUas 

I  ^j'*a9ai  Aicolourad.  nainad  or  fomd/ 
I I  Pagat  dicolarta.  tadiatiat  ou  piquiai 


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r~}^Colourtd  ink  (i.«.  otiMr  thin  Mm  or  MacfcW 
I  ^1  Encr*  di  coulaur  (i.t.  lutrt  qiM  Wwa  ou  noira) 


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Cotourad  platts  and/or  illuitratiom/ 
Plandias  at/ou  illustrations  an  coulaur 


Bound  with  other  malarial/ 
Ralii  avac  d'autras  documants 


□  Tight  binding  may  cru'a  shadows  or  dit  .ortion 
along  interior  margin/ 

La  ratiura  larria  paut  causar  da  I'ombra  ou  da  la 
distortion  la  long  da  la  marge  intirieure 

□  Blank  leeves  added  during  restoration  may  appear 
within  the  text  Whenever  poniMe,  these  have 
been  omittad  from  filr  itng/ 
II  se  peut  que  eertainas  pagH  blanches  aioutiat 
kin  d'une  restauration  apparaissant  dans  le  texte, 
meis,  lonque  eela  ttait  possible,  ces  pegas  n'ont 
pas  M  filmAas. 


r~^  Showthrough/ 
I        I  Tramparance 

□  Quality  of  print  varies/ 
QualiiA  inAgala  da  I'impression 


Continuous  pagination/ 
lination  continue 


□  Con 
Pagi 

□  Indudas  indaxlai)/ 
Comprand  un  (das)  index 

Title  on  haadar  takan  from:/ 
La  titra  da  I'an-tita  proviant: 

□  Titia  paga  of  issue/ 
Pa«t  da  titra  da  la 


r~~]  Caption  of  istua/ 


D 


Titra  da  depart  da  la  livraiton 

Masthead/ 

Geniriqua  Iptriodiquas)  da  la  livraison 


r^  Additional  comments:/  Includoa  toxt  In  Latin. 

I 1  Commantaires  lupptimantairas: 

This  item  is  filmed  at  the  reduction  ratio  checked  below/ 

Ce  document  est  filmi  au  taus  da  rMuction  indiqu<  ci-dassous. 


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Tlw  copy  fllmcd  h«ra  ha*  baan  rapreduead  thank* 
to  tha  ganaroalty  of: 

National  Library  of  Canada 


L'axamplaira  lllmt  fut  raproduit  grAc*  t  la 
a*n«rotit*  da: 

Blbllothiqua  natlonala  du  Canada 


Tha  imapaa  appaaring  hora  ara  tha  baat  qualltv 
poaaibia  eonaidaring  tha  condition  and  lagibility 
o(  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  contract  apacif icatiena. 


Laa  imagaa  tuivanta*  onl  M  raproduitai  avac  la 
plua  grand  toin.  compta  tanu  da  la  condition  at 
da  la  nattat*  da  I'aaamplaira  film*,  at  an 
eonf  ormit*  avac  laa  eonditiona  du  contrat  da 
filmaga. 


Original  copioa  in  printad  papar  eovara  ara  fllmad 
baginning  with  tha  front  eovar  and  anding  on 
tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impraa- 
aion,  or  ttia  back  covar  whan  appropriata.  All 
othar  original  eopia*  ara  filmad  baginning  on  ttM 
flr«t  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impraa- 
aion,  and  anding  on  tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad 
or  illuatratad  impraiaion. 


Laa  aaamplairaa  origiiMuii  dont  la  eouvaaura  an 
papior  oat  imprlm«a  aent  filmta  an  eommancant 
par  la  pramior  plat  at  an  tarminant  aoit  par  la 
darnMra  paga  qui  compoita  una  amprainta 
d'Impraaaion  ou  d'illuatration,  aoit  par  la  tacond 
plat,  aalon  la  caa.  Toua  laa  autraa  aaamplairaa 
originaua  aont  filmOa  an  commandant  par  la 
pramiira  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'Impraaaion  ou  d'illuatration  at  an  tarminant  par 
la  dornitra  paga  qui  comporta  una  talia 
amprainta. 


Tha  laat  racordad  frama  on  aach  microfiche 
ahall  contain  tha  tymool  ^*-lmaaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  tha  (ymbol  ▼  Imaaning  "END"), 
whiehavar  appiiaa. 


Un  daa  aymbolaa  auivanti  apparaltra  aur  la 
darniOra  imaga  da  ehaqua  microficha.  >alon  la 
caa:  la  aymbolo  -^  aignifia  "A  SUIVRE".  la 
aymboia  V  aignifia  "FIN". 


Mapa,  plataa,  chana,  ate.,  may  ba  filmad  at 
diffarant  raduction  ratioa.  Thoaa  too  larga  to  ba 
antlraly  included  in  ona  axpoaura  ara  filmad 
baginning  in  tha  uppar  laft  hand  cornar,  laft  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  aa  many  framaa  aa 
raquirad.  Tha  following  diagrama  illuatrata  the 
method: 


Laa  cartaa,  planehaa.  tableaux,  etc..  peuvent  itre 
fllmta  t  dea  uux  da  rMuction  diffOrenit. 
Loraqua  la  document  eat  irop  grand  pour  itra 
reprodult  en  un  aaul  clicht,  il  eat  film*  i  partir 
da  Tangle  aupAriour  gauche,  de  gauche  *  droite. 
et  de  haut  an  baa,  an  prenant  la  nombra 
d'imagea  nOceaaaire.  Laa  diagrammea  auivant* 
illuatrent  le  mOthode. 


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POEMS  AND 
OTHER  FERSES 

BY  RT.  REV.  M.  F.  HO  IV  LET 

BISHOP  OF  ST.  JOHN'S  NEWFOUNDLAND 

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THE  ICEBERG  ""7 

THE  SUMMER   MORNING , 

THE    ANGLER    ..'.'     '  2 

THE  SUMMER   EVENING    a 

THE  "OLD    MAN'S   BEARD"    "  , 

WINDSOR  LAKE   • 

THE  LAST  LEAF 4 

THE  WINTER  MORNING  j 

ON  THE  DEATH  OF  A  FELLOW  STUDENT 5 

THE  SWEARING  IN  OF  NO.  V.  VOLUNTEER  COMPANY.  6 

TO  A  FELLOW  STUDENT  7 

A  PANEGYRIC  OF  MODERN  POETS g 

TO  A  CITY  FRIEND  « 

AVE  MARIS  STELLA   ,0 

PROCLAMATION  OF  PUBLIC  FAST  AND   PRAYER  AND 

HUMILIATION    „ 

HYMN  FOR  CHRISTMAS   It 

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LINES    3, 

THE    PAPAL    BENEDICTION    AT    ST.    PETER'S    EASTER 

SUNDAY,    l86s 42 

LINES  ON  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION 42 

THE  STAR  OF  THE  MAGI 45 

TO  REV'D  H.  McDowell,  on  his  ordination  AT  ST. 

JOHN    LATERAN'S 46 

THE  TRIUMPH  OF  THE  CHURCH 48 


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THE  FLAG  OF  NEWFOUNDLAND  2 

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Poems  and  other  Verses 


WRITTEN  IN  l86o-'6l-'62  AT  ST.  BONAVENTUKe's  COLLEGE. 


THE  ICEBERG. 


Thou  monarch  of  Ocean,  of  billows  the  bride ! 
Thou  fear'st  not  the  tempest ;  but  calmly  dost  ride 
O'er  the  waters. — Constructed  by  nature,  huge  block. 
Thou  heed'st  not  the  breaker,  avoid'st  not  the  rock. 
Not  Neptune,  the  God  of  the  ocean,  could  vie 
With  thee,  mighty  monster,  whose  head  mounts  so  high 
As  to  be  e'en  concealed  mid  the  clouds  in  the  sky. 
Not  the  Ark,  built  by  Noah,  the  time  of  the  flood, 
Nor  any  frail  barque  built  by  man,  hath  out-stood 
The  rage  of  the  storm,  of  the  tempest  the  roar, — 
But  thou  o'er  the  ocean  for  ages  dost  soar; 
Yet  retumest  unshattered,  unbroken,  once  more. 
Each  day  thou  assumest  a  different  form. 
Thou  changest  as  oft  as  the  wind  and  the  storm. — 
To-day  an  old  ruin,  with  rampart  and  ditch, 
Ruined  walls,  and  old  castle,  deep  moat  and  draw-bridge 
To-morrow  assuming  a  different  shape: 
More  like  a  huge  mountain,  or  high,  frowning  cape, 
Whose  crags,  clear  as  crystal  are  formed  from  the  wave, 
(Not  of  marble  or  granite) — which  thy  sides  doth  lave.— 
As  thou  sail'st  o'er  the  ocean,  thou  reachest  in  time, 
From  thy  own  icy  regions,  the  tropical  clime ; 
Where  smaller  and  smaller,  thou  melt'st  by  degrees, 
Till  at  length  thou  return'st  to  thy  mother,— the  Seas. 


THE  SUMMER  MORNING. 

'Tis  pleasant  at  the  break  of  summer  morn 

Ere  Phoebus  yet  hath  gained  his  mid-day  heat 

To  walk  upon  the  meadows  newly  shorn 

Whose  "golden  fleece"  lies  bleaching  at  our  feet, 
In  flowery  swathes  of  perfume  rare  and  sweet. 

How  glad  to  hear  the  lusty  mower,  blytlie 

Raise  joyfully  his  merry  morning  song — 

To  hear  the  ringing  of  his  keen-edged  scythe 
Like  silvery  music,  as  it  sweeps  along 
And  lays  in  death  the  meadows'  waving  throng- 


The  nodding  flowera  which  erst  in  morning's  breete 
Held  proudly  high  their  bright  and  crested  heads 

Like  {oaming  billows  upon  mimic  seas ; — 
How  heartlessly  the  callous  mower  treads 
Upon  these  blushing  flowers  that  strew  the  meads, 

A  fitting  emblem,  hoary  Time,  for  thee, 

Who  spares  no^  youth's  bright  and  flowery  bloom, 

All  wait  alike  thy  Stern  and  dread  decree 

Nor  youth  nor  beauty  can  escape  thy  doom — 


THE  ANGLER. 


When  icy  Winter  has  at  length  withdrawn, 

His  cold  embrace  from  meadow,  hill  and  dale ; 

And  fjentle  crocus&es  begin  to  dawn, 

And  varied  flowers  perfume  the  verdant  vale. 

Then  forth  the  Angler  goes  with  rod  and  hook, 

And  with  delusive,  artificial  flies, 
Down  by  the  banks  of  some  lone,  purling  brook. 

Within  whose  eddies  swim  his  silv'ry  prize. 

Or  'neath  the  shade  of  some  o'erhanging  tree. 
He  lays  him  down,  and  listens  to  the  sound 

Of  music,  from  the  cascade's  rushing  sea. 

Which  spreads  its  foamy  circlets  far  around. 

Or  o'er  the  glassy  lake  at  evening's  close, 
Impels  the  gliding  pleasure-boat  along. 

Catches  the  sporting  fishes  as  jie  goes, 

And  raises  loud  the  far  re-echoing  song. 


THE  SUMMER  EVENING. 


At  close  of  summer  eve  when  toil  is  o'er 

How  truly  doth  the  lab'rer's  heart  rejoice — 

Happier  he  a  thousand  times  and  more 

To  dance  upon  the  green,  and  raise  his  voice 

In  merry  laugh — than  he  possest  of  gold 

Or  all  the  joys  which  riches  can  unK)ld. 


How  iweet  to  hear  the  plaintive  (ounding  fife 

Ring  down  the  vale  and  through  the  ihady  grove 
Dispelling  thoughu  of  worldly  care  and  strife 
And  soothing  hearts  to  Nature  and  to  love. 
Oh  happy  life,  to  dwell  among  the  meads 
Unknown  save  for  the  virtue  of  one's  deeds. 

Oh,  give  me  but  the  pure  and  limpid  well 

Whence  only  joy  and  homely  comfort  spring — 
That  ever  round  the  farmer's  fireside  dwell— 
And  gladly  would  I  shun  the  joyous  ring 

Of  Fashion ;— far  behind  I'd  leave  the  throng 
Of  city  sports,  to  hear  the  rustic's  song. 


THE  "OLD  MAN'S  BEARD. "« 

When  the  glaciers  of  winter  have  fled  from  the  sight 
And  the  meadows  are  clothed  in  green. 

Still  sparkling  bright  in  the  sun's  mid-day  light 
Is  the  "Old  Man's  Beard"  to  be  seen. 

When  bk>ssoms  and  buds,  blooming  flowers  shall  be  soon 
And  bright,  merrie  May  shall  have  gone 

And  the  new  crescent  moon  announces  fair  June. 
Still  the  "Old  Man's  Beard"  lingers  on. 

It  shines  forth  at  night  through  the  thickening  haze 

Like  a  silvery  bridal  wreath 
'Neath  the  moon's  pallid  rays,  as  it  joyfully  plays. 

On  the  rippling  waters  beneath. 

It  shines  through  the  groves  of  green  spruce  and  ixir,t 

Which  encircle  its  beautiful  side 
Like  a  twinkling  star,  in  the  heaven  afar. 

That  scatters  its  light  far  and  wide. 

Like  a  radiant  pearl  set  in  Emeralds  green 

Through  the  sunset's  last  dying  glare 
It  shines  forth  at  e'en  a  fit  crown  for  the  queen 
Of  the  fairies,  Titania  fair. 


'The  Old  Man's  Beard"  is  a  patch  of  snow  on  the  "Southside  Hill," 
which  from  its  position  in  a  deep  ravine  is  protected  from  the  sun's  rays, 
and  remains  long  after  all  the  other  ice  and  snow  have  disappeared  and 
the  trees  have  put  on  their  summer's  verdure. 

tFir,  localism. 


WINDSOR  LAKE. 

SwMt  Windsor  Lake  at  length  breaks  on  our  sight, 
Its  margin  lost  among  the  distant  woods, 

Each  undulating  ripple,  fringed  with  white. 
Rolls  to  the  pebbly  shore  its  mimic  floods. 

The  roadway  winds  along  the  wooded  shore. 
And  overhead  the  archmg  branches  meet, 

Anon  the  lake  is  lost  to  view ;  once  more 
The  wavelets  bathe  the  rocks  beneath  our  feet. 

Thus  on  through  groves  of  overtowcring  fir. 
Whose  sombre  hue  is  here  and  there  relieved 

By  noble  pine,  and  graceful  juniper. 
Wide-spreading  birch,  and  aspens  trembling  leaved. 

The  pleasure  boat  with  snow-white  sails  outspread 
....     '^}'^^  ""  freshening  breeze,  glides  swiftly  pait, 
bkims  o  er  the  wave,  its  tiny  pendant  red 
See  gently  fluttering  from  the  slender  mast. 

Thus  on  the  tourist  wends  his  pleasant  wa>. 
Each  scene  more  pleasing  as  he  drives  along. 

Until  by  joyful  rapture  borne  away 
He  breaks  into  a  loud,and  cheerful  song. 


THE  LAST  LEAF. 

Still  trembling  'neath  the  soughing  blast. 

That  sighs  along  the  vale ; 
Alone,  the  loftiest  and  the  last, 

Dead,  withered,  sere,  and  pale. 

Where  are  thy  green  companion-     ,w. 

That  sported  in  the  breeie 
Of  Summer,  on  each  waving  bough, 

In  gracefulness  and  ease? 

Where  are  the  leaves  that  clothed  the  tree 

Ere  .\utumn.  and  decay, 
And  Death  had  claimed  them  ?    All  but  thee. 

Lie  scattered  o'er  the  way. 

Gone,  far  and  wide,  so  rudely  swept 

On  winged  winds  to  soar ; 
Far,  far  away,  unknown,  unwept 

To  bloom,  alas,  no  more ! 


But  thou,  with  cheriihni  hope,  but  frail : 

Of  loved,  but  mniured  life, 
With  Autumn't  drear  ami  blighting  gale 

Maintain*!!  unequal  strife. 

Stern  Winter,  mercileu  and  cold 

With  boreal  ttorma  elate. 
Will  wrench  thee  from  thy  fragile  hold 

To  share  thy  comradei'  fate. 

'Til  thus  with  life,— we  bloom  to-day, 

But  pale  Death  comes  anon, 
And  old  and  young,  and  grave  and  gay, 

In  cold  embrace  are  gone. 


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THE  WINTER  MORNING. 

As  o'er  the  summit  of  yon  snow-capped  hill 

The  sun  ascends,  and  all  the  air  doth  rill, 

With  his  effulgent  rays,— His  glorious  beams 

Are  all  reflected  by  the  frozen  streams. 

The  downy  snow-flakes  Hitting  thro'  the  air 

In  various  and  fantastic  forms  appear 

Of  dazzling  stars,- and  falling  'neath  the  feet 

Create  a  sparkling  carpet,  fit  to  meet 

A  monarch's  tread, — Than  cloth  of  gold  more  grand. 

Or  royal  purple  spun  by  man's  weak  hand. 

The  lofty  trees,  now  stript  of  verdure,  bare. 

Stretch  out  their  leafless  arms  into  the  air, 

But  not  deprived  of  all  their  beauty's  glow, 

For  clothed  in  silv'ry  foliage  of  snow, 

They  graceful  bend,  beneath  their  heavy  load. 

And  span  with  drooping  arch  the  slippery  road. 

In  music  on  the  morning  air  around 

The  tinklings  of  the  woodman's  bells  resound. 

Thus  God's  best  gifts  are  portioned  out  so  fair 

That  every  season  has  its  blessings  rare. 


ON  THE  DEATH  OF  A  FELLOW  STUDENT.* 

He  is  gone,  the  companion  of  boyhood's  bright  hours, 
TTie  friend  of  my  youth,  alas !  where  is  he  now — 

He  is  gone, — ere  his  life  buds  beeaiiic  blooming  flowers. 
The  cold  hand  of  Death  has  been  laid  on  his  brow. 


He  ii  gone,  but  the  keen  Kythe  of  DcMh  cinnM  Kver 
The  bondi  thit  htve  knit  ui  in  (riendihip  and  love, 

He  it  gone  to  the  retlnu  of  the  Uli^Md  forever 
To  dwell  in  felicity  endlcu  above. 

■'"''<•  bright  junny  dayi  when  we  wandered  together 

nd  revel*d  in  joyt  that  youth  ever  imparti 
Beneath  the  green  grove,  or  among  the  iwcrt  heather. 
Ere  grief  or  affliction  had  entered  our  hearti. 

They  arc  gone.— ere  their  half-ripened  fruiti  had  bi^cn  tatted, 
The  spirit  that  gave  them  enjoyment  and  mirth 

Plucked  away  from  amid  them,  lift  withered  and  waited 
Within  the  cold  coffin,  beneath  the  dull  earth. 

He  is  gone — but  why  murmur  I  what  metet  it  to  linger 
A  few  troubled  yeart  in  thit  pilgrimage  here  ? 

And  Hope  points  aloft  with  a  beckoning  finger 
And  tellt  of  a  bright  immortality  there. 

Then  mourn  not,  ye  friends,  nor  be  sorrowful  hearted, 

A  few  fleeting  years  will  unite  you  again — 
Rejoice — 'tis  for  life  without  end  he  hat  parted. 

And  pray,  "Requietcat  in  pace."    Amen. 

^Jofieph  Blundon. 


THE  SWEARING  IN  OF  NO.  V.  VOLUNTEER 
COMPANY. 

(The  oath  was  administered  at  Fort  William.  The  Company  were 
unarmed,  and  in  civilians'  clothes,  as  their  uniforms  had  not  yet  been 
procured.) 

Not  a  rifle  was  seen,  not  a  bayonet  shone, 

As  our  Corp.;  to  Fort  William  hurried ; 
And  each  Vo!;i:iteer  had  civilian's  clothes  on. 

And  in  his  Great  Coat  was  buried 

We  waited  till  dark,  till  the  fall  of  the  night. 

For  our  men  from  their  labors  returning ; 
We  were  sworn,  by  a  lantern's  flickering  light. 

And  a  candle  dimly  burning. 

Our  Captain  was  there, — not  in  uniform  dressed. 

Nor  in  tunic  and  belt  we  found  him : 
But  he  marched  like  a  Gentleman*  dressed  in  his  best. 

With  his  Sunday  coat  buttoned  around  him. 


Few  and  ihort  were  the  worci  we  ipoke. 
And  we  looked  not  i  look  but  of  torrow ; 

Ai  we  iteadfatlly  g»ed  on  the  face  of  the  Book 
We  bitterly  thought  on  the  morrow. 

We  thought  ai  we  knew  that  some  fresh  "greenhomi" 
From  the  "awkward  squad"  woulil  lie  drilling, 

That  they  would  ruthlessly  Ircad  o'er  the  corns 
Of  their  rear-rank  men  in  back-wheeling. 

But  little  we'll  lack  if  they  let  us  march  on 
In  the  ranks  where  a  Bishopf  has  formed  us, 

And  soon  we'll  surpass  numbers  Three,  Two  and  One, 
Who  in  sugar-brown  uniforms  Korned  ui. 

Quickly  and  gladly  we'll  put  on  our  Green, 
And  we  hope  it  may  soon  be  dyed  gory  I 

We'll  willingly  fight  for  our  Country  and  Queen,— 
For  we  are  the  Boys  to  win  glory ! 


•His  Excellency,  the  Governor,  has  been  pleased  to  assent  to  the 
appointment  ol  J.  Kivsnsffh,  Gentlemin,  etc.,  e\c.—Rovat  Cauttt 
tSergeant  Biiho. .,  R,  N.  C. 


TO  A  FELLOW  STUDENT. 
(written  on  a  wece  of  bikch-rind.) 

Dear  'riend,  I've  a  notion  to  write  you  a  verse, 
Now  I  pray  yon,  don't  rage  like  a  Triton, 

Not  for  writing  indeed,  but  for  what  is  much  worsr- 
The  strange  loolcing  paper  I  write  on. 

Please  do  not  imagine  that  I  could  not  find 

A  sheet  of  respectable  paper 
And  therefore  have  chosen  this  piece  of  birch-rind 

Because  I  have  perhaps  found  it  cheaper. 

Oh,  no  I  not  at  all,  don't  believe  it,  dear  Dick — 

And  pray  don't  get  into  a  rumpus — 
For  this  birch  brings  to  memory  many  a  "lick" 

When  old  Dominie  M.  used  to  thump  us. 

I  am  sure  you  remember  the  birchings  we  got 

A  id  our  sympathy  one  for  the  other. 
And  how  we  concocted  some  mischievous  plot 

The  old  fellow's  patience  to  bother. 


""  FXTp^r'^ucif™  ''  «'."}°-'"^''  fe  stools 
With-^  hfiS?  ■  'T  '"^''  *  ?*"■  "f  jackasses— 
Th/f  ^i  '"  '™"' '"  ''^'^'"'^  we  were  fools  _ 
That  wed  ever  mount  up  to  PsmassVs       ' 

But  if  I'm  not  mistaken,  dear  friend  eiiir-  ««,,. 
Many  reach  ,0  that  l4r„ed  e  eva  io"    '  ""' 

%™A"th?h  '^\f'>o''"'f-  ""'■  wondering  view 
Beneath  them  the  gaping  Creation. 

I  di(l  not  intend  when  I  took  up  my  pen 

Tn  1     ",i™  ™"'™  ''"e-'  to  address  vou- 
Toope„  old  sores,  so  I  beg  you  again    • 
To  have  patience  and  heed  to  the  issue. 

2f=;^r-;?tSt'n^r^3^ 

'T^4^t:."^J-^feto-„t-"ear, 

But  the  bark  still  remains  clinging  fast  to  the  tree 
Nor  seasons  nor  tempests  cL  move  it  ' 

And  such  ,s  the  friendshTp  between  you  and  me 
Such  may  T.me's  changing  current  e'er  prZ'it. 

°  And '^h  '^*''  ■'i.™'''  "^y  •'™P  °ff  one  by  one 
And  change  with  each  change  of  the  weather 

AnS3'"'  °'"  '"l"<'^'"P  ^"  ever  move  on 
And  unile  us  more  firmly  together. 

A  PANEGYRIC  OF  MODERN  POETS. 

Virgil  and  all  theother  poets  of  old 

Bu^b^ihyM  *  """^  °'  *^"'  o*"  composition, 
fl?^  r  -^"fiwere  inspired,  we're  told- 
(The  huss.es !  I  could  wish  them  to  perditionl- 

^f  W°d"h.''""  T'  f'"  "'™^'>  'twere  go7 
It  held  by  one  of  modern  erudition  i 

But  m  the  hand  of  one  of  ancient  l™e 

An  old  goose  qu.ll  claims  their  attention  more. 

Yes !  Virgil  Horace,  Homer  and  all  these 
W^hTTT"^  r  u"'"''^'"  ^y  "'e  Muses. 

3u^f;=i;rr^rn\d«j™^^^^^ 


But  let  the  Muses  snore  with  all  their  mieht 

A^'S„"CV„?st.ei^^^^^^ 
But  of  all  modem  poets  be  it  known! 
Inspired  l-it  is  a  nrodest  word,  forsooth  — 

£s?.ttit7o??feroS---r"- 

Who  write  original  pa(ren)thetic  lays. 


TO  A  CITY  FRIEND. 

AMittle  knowest  thou,  my  friei.  ' 
The  purport  of  thy  words, 

ru      !r'"  ""'  'he  compliment 
Thy  gibmg  taunt  affords. 

^t^u"ih«^ese:„^l1^^- 
°M^tt;jKr'~"'"«'— 

T    K^T"^  enrobes  the  fields  and  bowers 
In  bright  and  glorious  hue. 

Aml^^rtanfe""""  *■""  '"'^  "^  'o""" 

>rm"'gy^sXsrr„v<^%'"--'- 

Among  the  fields  or  'neath  the  tree 
When  summer  fills  the  air 

vJ"u  ?u''^^',  '""*"'  ^o^'d  repay 
«,f°,  '"  "'y  "•ksome  years 
Which  m  the  City  pass  away 

Mid  troubles,  toils,  and  fears 


CoiiM»t  thou  when  Autumn  fills  the  fields 

With  glorious  golden  load 
Enjoy  the  perfume  which  it  yields 

Along  the  shady  road. 
Then  wouldst  thou  spurn  for  e'er  away 

The  City's  false  delights, 
Its  paltry  pleasures,  sports,  and  play. 

And  gaudy  fading  sights. 

When  Winter  comes  with  savage  ire 

And  rugged  howling  blast. 
Sit  round  the  fanner's  cosy  fiie, 

Let  joke  and  song  be  passed. 
Taste  but  those  joys,  then  let  them  jeer 

The  happy  rustic  swain. 
But  know  that  harmless  on  his  ear 

Will  fall  the  gibing  strain. 


AVE  MARIS  STELLA.* 
(invocation  for  the  new  church  at  "black  head.") 

Hail  Star  of  the  Seal  Hail  beautiful  Light! 

Hail  Beacon  of  Charity,  beaming  afar, 
Whoie  rays  o'er  the  dark  troubled  waters  of  Night 

Shed  a  halo  of  brightness — Hail  glorious  Star ! 

Hail  Star  of  the  Ocean  I  the  radiant  guide 

Of  the  tempest-tossed  soul,  o'er  Uie  furious  seas, 
Oer  the  rough  rocks  of  Vice,  o'er  Iniquity's  tide. 

To  the  Home  of  Religion,  of  Love  and  of  Peace. 
Oh  I  joy  of  the  lost  soul's  foundering  bark. 

Returning  to  anchor  with  Hope  from  the  storm. 
Shining  on  ever  brightly,  thro'  light  and  thro'  dark. 

Thro'  tempest,  thro'  calm, — is  thy  glorious  form. 
May'st  thou  ever  shine,  may  thy  glories  e'er  pour 

The  bright  rays  of  Faith,  and  of  Hope,  and  of  Love 
O  er  the  mariner  wrecked  on  Sin's  desolate  shore, 

And  lead  him  to  dwell  with  Thee  ever  above. 

Oh  I  guardian  Star,  mayest  thou  ever  shed 
Health,  comfort  and  peace  thro'  thy  glorious  ray ; 

And  oh  I  may  thy  bright  Httle  Church  at  "Black  Head" 
Be  the  Star  that  illumines  their  heavenward  way. 


n    *?*,'  'i'i'*  Chorf''  ?'  B'x^k  Htad,  ntar  Cape  Spar,  ■■.:«  dedicated  to 


PROCLAMATION  OF  PUBLIC  FAST  AND  PRAYER  AND 
HUMILIATION. 

"They  Asked  for  Bread  and  They  Cave  Them"— A  Proelatnaliont 

The  thermometer's  down  below  zero, 

The  streets  are  all  co'-'red  with  ice — 
'Tis  very  good  sleighing— but  dear  oh  I 

"or  bare  feet  'tis  not  very  nice. 

Stern  hunger  and  meagre  starvation 

Walk  naked  and  gaunt  thro'  the  street. 
And  beg  for  a  pitiful  ration. 

But  no  alms  nor  sympathy  meet. 

Don't  you  see  that,  that  large  proclamation 

Is  to  feed  all  the  hungry  and  poor 
By  fasting  and  humiliation  I 

And  thus  they're  dismissed  from  the  door! 

The  Government  loves  you  most  dearly 

They've  no  clothing  to  give  you,  nor  bread. 

But  they'll  pray  for  you  very  sincerely  I 
And  their  prayers  will  (almost)  raise  the  ieadi 

Well,  they  prayed  and  fasted  till  even, 

(So  I'm  told — but  indeed  I  don't  know  I) 

If  they  didn't  bring  manna  from  Heaven, 
At  least  they  brought— />/f«/y  of  snovil* 


V.  _.*?"  winty  of  1861  w«s  veiy  severe  and  a  great  deal  of  noTcrtv  and 
hardship  was  felt  by  the  poor.  The  Government  ordered  ,  SS  fw 
and  ptmjrer.    A  snowstorm  set  in  which  lasted  two  days  I 


HYMN  FOR  CHRISTMAS. 

Hail  joyful  season  unto  earth. 
Of  heavenly  peace,  and  gladsome  mirth; 
The  morn  of  the  Redeemer's  birth- 
Hail  glorious  morn  again! 

When  rustling  choirs  of  angels  cry 
In  sacred  chorus  througli  the  sky, 
"Be  glory  unto  God  on  high. 
And  peace  on  earth  to  men." 


Let  myriad  glowing  tapers  blaze, 
And  tlioiuand  pealing  organs  raise 
Loud  hymns  ot  glory  to  the  praise 
Of  our  Creater-Lord. 

And  "Blessed"  shall  the  nations  all 
The  holy  Virgin  Mother  call 
Who  raised  mankind  from  Eve's  sad  fall 
By  the  Incarnate  Word. 

Let  love  and  prayer  each  heart  adorn 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  morn 
When  Christ  the  Eternal  Lamb  was  born 
For  man's  redemption  sake. 

When  the  Almigiity  Lord  of  heaven 
His  only  Son  in  Godhead  even, 
To  man  in  bounteous  love  has  given 
The  powers  of  Hell  to  shake. 

O'er  Jews  and  Gentiles,  King  to  reign. 
To  ope'  the  gates  of  heaven  again, 
Long  closed  by  Eve's  first  sin,  to  men 
Thus  doomed  to  death  and  strife. 

To  show  the  Gospel's  holy  Light 
And  found  His  Church  as  beacon  bright 
Which  giaides  the  sinful  soul  aright 
To  heaven's  eternal  life. 

Be  glory  to  the  God  above 
Who  in  His  bounteous,  boundless  low 
Gave  His  Eternal  Son,  Jehove, 
To  suffer  and  to  die. 

Hail  holy  Virgin,  "full  of  grace," 
Most  blest  of  all  the  human  race, 
Who  to  the  Eterrai  Word  gave  place. 
Who  bore  the  Lord  most  high. 

Who,  when  the  Angel  of  the  Lord 
Addressed  thee,  humbly  thus  concurred. 
'Be  it  done  according  to  Thy  Word," 
And  He  was  then  "Made  Man." 

Oh,  pray  for  us  to  Him  who  naught— 
Not  e'en  thy  slightest  wish  or  thought- 
Refused — that  He  may  not  have  bought 
Our  happiness  in  vain. 


. 


That  He,  true  God,  may  not  have  itood 
On  earth  and  shed  His  precious  Blood 
And  died  upon  the  shameful  Rood 
And  loosed  our  sins  for  naught. 

That  He  may  not  have  borne  the  pain 
Of  tortured  wounds  and  limbs  in  vain, 
Or,  to  be  crucified  again 
By  every  sinful  thought. 

Oh,  may  our  hearts  approach  more  near 
With  love  and  praise  and  holy  fear 
To  Him  who  loves  us  all  so  dear — 
His  name  be  ever  blessed. 

Let  hymns  of  glory  never  cease. 
Each  Christmas  morn  our  love  increase, — 
Be  with  us  happiness  ami  peace. 
Eternal  joy  and  rest. 


«.1 


tCranelattoitfii 


DIES  IRAE. 


Dies  irae.  dies  ilia, 
Solvet  saeclum  in  favilla : 
Teste  David  cum  Sibylla. 

Quantus  tremor  est  futurus, 
Quando  Judex  est  vetiturus, 
Cuncta  stricte  discussurusi 

Tuba  minun  spargens  sonum 
Per  sepulchra  regionum 
Coget  omnes  ante  Thronum. 

Mors  stupebit  et  natura, 
Cum  resurget  creatura, 
Judicanti  responsura. 

Liber  scriptus  proferttur, 
In  quo  totum  continetur, 
Unde  mundus  judicetur. 

Judex  ergo  cum  sedebit, 
Quidquid  latet,  apparebit, 
Nil  inultum  remanebit. 

Quid  sum  miser  tunc  dicturus  ? 
Quern  patronum  rogaturus  ? 
Cum  mx  Justus  sit  securas  ? 

Rex  tremendac  majestatis, 
Qui  salvandos  salvas  gratis, 
Salva  me  fons  pietatis. 

Recordare,  Jesu  pic, 
Quod  sum  causa,  tuse  vise, 
Ne  me  perdas  ilia  die. 

Quaerens  me  sedisti  lassus, 
Redemisti  Crucem  passus. 
Tantus  labor  non  sit  cassus. 

Juste  Judex  ultionis, 
Donum  fac  remissionis. 
Ante  diem  rationis. 


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DIES  IRAE. 

ORIGINAL  TRANSLATION. 

Day  of  anger,  all  destroying, 
Earth  shall  melt  in  ashes  lying; 
David, — Sibyl,  testifying. 

Oh,  what  terror,  heart-benumbing  I 
When  the  Judge  at  length  forthcoming 
All  things  strictly  shall  be  summing. 

Trumpet  awful  sound  outswelling 
Thro'  the  grave-yards'  gloomy  dwelling, 
All  before  the  throne  compelling. 

Death  and  Nature,  awe-struck,  quaking. 
See  the  dead  from  graves  up-breaking 
To  the  Judge  their  answers  making. 

Brought  the  Book  with  written  pages. 
Holding  all  the  deeds  of  ages. 
Whence  the  world  shall  reap  its  wages. 

When  the  Judge  shall  then  be  seated. 
All  laid  bare,  till  then  secreted. 
Naught  without  due  penance  meted. 

What  shall  I,  poor  wretch,  be  saying? 
To  what  patron  turn  me,  praying? 
When  the  just  scarce  safe  are  staying? 

King  of  majesty  and  splendor. 
Of  m'  elect  unfeed  defender. 
Save  ME,  fount  of  mercy  tender. 

Clement  Jesus,  tho'  discerning, 
I  have  caused  thy  sad  sojourning, 
Lose  me  not  that  day  of  mourning. 

Weary  seeking  me  Thou  farest, 
By  Thy  Cross  our  sin  repairest, 
Be  not  vain  the  toil  Thou  barest. 

Thou  just  Judge  of  piercing  vision. 
Grant  the  gift  of  sweet  remission. 
Ere  the  day  of  dread  decision. 


'5 


Inccmisco  tanquun  r«u. 
Culpa  robct  vultua  mnit, 
Sui^licanti  parce  Deus. 

gui  Mariam  abwlvisti, 
t  latronem  exaudisti, 
Mihi  quoque  »p«ni  dediati. 

Preces  meae  non  sunt  digiue, 
Sed  Tu  bonus  fac  benigni, 
Ne  perenni  cremer  igne. 

Inter  oves  locum  pratsta, 
Et  ab  hzdis  me  sequsestra. 
Statuens  in  parte  dextra. 

Confutatis  maledictis, 
Flamm'.  acribus  addictis, 
Voca  me  cum  benedictis. 

Oro  supplex  et  acclinis, 
Cor  contritum  quasi  cinis. 
Gere  curam  mei  finis. 

Lacrymosa  dies  ilia 
Qua  resurget  ex  favilla, 
Tudicandus  homo  reus. — 
Huic  ergo  parce  Deus. 
Pie  Jesu,  Domine ! 
Dona  eis  requiem;     Amen. 


i6 


LUce  a  guilty  wretch  I'm  droding, 
Bluih  of  ihame  my  check  o'erapreadiiw, 
Sptre,  Oh,  God  I  Thy  luppliant  pleading. 

Mary,  thou  forgav'it,  repentinr, 

E  en  the  thief  Thou  heard'it,  relentinf , 

To  me  alio  hope  presenting. 

My  prayeri  worthless  are  ascending, 
But  Thou,  save  me,  gracious  bending. 
Lest  I  bum  in  fire  unending. 

With  Thy  lambs  securely  hide  me. 
From  the  goatlings  far  divide  me, 
On  Thy  right  a  place  provide  me. 

When  the  dciaaad  shall  stand  confessed, 
By  the  bitter  flames  distress^. 
Call  me  then  among  the  blessM. 

Bowing  humblv  I  implore  Thee, 
Broken-hearted ;  deign  restore  me. 
When  the  end  shall  be  before  me. 

Dreadful  day  of  woe  and  weeping, 
Lol  from  out  the  ashes  creeping. 

Guilty  Man,— to  judgment  driven, 

Spare  him  then.  Oh,  God  of  heaven  I 
Clement  Jesni,  Lord  e'er  blest. 
Give  to  diem  eternal  rest.    Amen. 


STABAT  MATER. 

Subit  mitcr  dolorou 
Juxta  Crucem  Lacrymon 
Dum  pcndetxt  PUiui. 

Cujiu  uiituun  gementem 

ContritUtun  ct  dolcntcm 

Pcrtrantivit  gtadius. 

Oh  qiiam  triitis  et  tflUcIa 
Fuit  ilia  bcnedicta 
Mtter  Unigeniti. 

Qiue  mcerebtt  et  dolebit. 
PUi  mater  dum  videbat 
Nati  ponai  Indyti. 

Quii  cit  homo  ^ui  non  flerct 
Matrem  Chritti  ti  viderct 
In  tanto  iuppticio? 

M  non  pouct  contrittari 

riiti  matrem  contempUri 

Dolentem  cum  Filio. 


Quii 
Chri 


Pro  peccatii  mat  gentii 
Vidit  Jeatmi  in  toimcntli 
Et  flagellii  iubditum. 

Vidit  suum  dulcem  Nalum, 
Moriendo  desolatum 

Dum  emiiit  Spiritum. 

Eja  mater  fon«  amoris, 
Me  (entire  vim  doloris 
Fac  ut  tecum  lugeam. 

Fac  ut  ardeat  cor  meum 
In  amando  Christum  Dcum 
Ut  sibi  complaceam. 

Sancta  Mater  istud  agas 
Crucifixi  fige  plagas 
Cordi  meo  valide. 

Tui  Nati  vulnersti 
Tam  dignati  pro  .ne  pati, 
Pomas  mectim  divide. 


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ORIGINAL  TRANSLATION.* 
Stood  the  doleful  mother  wecpiiw, 
While  her  dying  Jeiui  hung. 

When  a  iword  of  lorrow  clcavinc 

n    Jl^J  '"  •n?>''»h  heaving 
By  Hu  bitter  pain  ii  wrung. 

Oh  how  iad  and  how  afflicted  I 
In  that  face  what  woe  depicted  I 
Mother  of  th'  Incarnate  One. 

How  the  WM)t  with  bitter  grieving, 
Tender  Mother  I  there  perceiving 

The  anguish  of  her  God— her  Soo. 

Xl'f.  ""'<•  lo<*  with  eyeUd  tearleu 

un  the  Mother  worn  and  cheerleu, 

Steeped  in  luch  dire  agony? 

Who  10  cold,  with  heart  unahaken, 
Chriit  1  dear  Mother  all  fonaken, 
Mourning  with  her  Son,  can  ice? 

She  leea  her  Jetui  tore  tormented 

By  the  Kourge  his  flesh  indented. 

Bleeding  for  the  sins  of  men. 

Sees  her  Son,  her  Loved  and  Only. 
Dying  desolate  and  lonely. 

Breathing  forth  His  spirit  then. 

Mother,  fount  of  love  screnest, 
Make  me  feel  thy  anguish  keenest, 
That  I  too  may  weep  with  thee. 

Touch  my  heart,  that  sofUy  burning, 
lo  my  God,  my  Jesus,  turning, 
I  may  love  him  tenderly. 

Pierce  my  heart.  Oh  Mother  holy, 
So  It  bear  deep,  scored  and  lowly 
Wounds  of  Jesus  crucified. 

Th/  sweet  T-  ,us,  humbly  deigning 
iiiose  deep  ..rounds  for  me  sustaining 
Pray  with  me  his  pains  divide. 

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Fae  in«  tecum  pii  Here, 
Crucifixo  tondokrc, 
Donee  (go  vucero. 

Jiuu  Cnacnn  tccom  itarc, 
Et  me  tibi  locure, 
In  planctu  dctidcnx 

Vir^  Virginum  pnecUra, 
Mihi  jam  non  lii  amara, 
Fac  mc  tecum  pkngcrt. 

Fac  ut  portem  Chriiti  mortem 
FaMionii  fac  coniortcm, 
Et  plagfi  recolere.       f- 

Fac  me  plagit  vulnerari, 

Fac  me  Cruce  inebriari, 

Et  cnarore  Filii. 

rlammit  ne  urar  tucceiuii, 
Per  te  Virgo  tim  defeiuiu, 
In  die  Judidi. 

Chriite  cum  lit  hinc  exire, 

Da  per  Matrem  me  venire, 

Ad  Palmam  victoriae. 

Quando  corpua  morietur, 
rac  ut  anima  donetur 

Paradiai  glorse. — Amen. 


r 


Mijr  I  jo^n  th«e,  Hdly  eryiiiB 

Pw  **  Crucified  ind  Dy&w* 

E»  ty  (Uy  (hat  I  .Mlliv. 


live. 

aS'.? •i5'?',*'"'  "•«•  ••''ding, 
And  thy  iMd  of  woe  dividing 

I  would  thjire  thy  bitter  grief. 

Virgin  of  ill  Virgin,  fair. 
Turn  not  harthly  from  my  prayer, 
Grant  that  I  with  thee  may  wip. 

Ut  me  thare  Chriif.  death  and  paiijon 

^1  *?"  "'°""'''  "  '"hi™ 
I  nat  their  memory  e'er  I  Iceep, 

May  I  with  hi<  Kan  be  wounded, 
The  Croi,  embrace  with  love  unbounded 
Jesu.'  blood  my  thint  alUy. 

vSl'".  l*"!  """«•'»''  h«ve  awended, 
May  I  not  bum,  by  thee  defended. 
Virgin  on  the  Judgment  day. 

Lord,  when  from  thi>  earth  we  sever 
1  hro  thee  may  we  come  for  ev^r 
To  the  victory'.  Palm  in  heaven. 

When  the  body  .hall  have  crumbled, 
May  the  KMil  b^  penance  humbled, 

To  heaven  .  gloty  then  be  given—Aiitii 


tr:B'^r^^r^-^^'i>'^^X 


~n     I 


HORATII  FLACCI. 
Ode  XXV — Ad  Bacchuh. 

Quo  me,  Bacche  rapis  tui 
Plenum?  quae  nemora  aut  quos  agor  in  specut 

Velox  mente  nova  ?  quibus 
Antris  egregii  Caesaris  audiar 

Aeternum  meditans  decus 
Stellis  inserere  et  consilio  Jovis  ? 
Dicxm  insigne,  recens  adhuc 

Indictum  ore  alio.     Non  secus  in  jugis 
Exsomnis  stupet  Euias 

Hebrum  prospiciens,  ut  nive  candidam 
Thracen  ac  pede  barbaro 

Lustratam  Rhodopen,  ut  mihi  devio 
Ripas  et  vacuum  nemus 

MiraTi  libet.    O  Naiadum  potens, 
Baccharumque  valentium 

Proceras  manibus  vertere  fraxinos ; 
Nil  parvum,  aut  humili  modo. 

Nil  mortale  loquar.    Dulce  periculum  est, 
O,  Lenaee,  sequi  deum 

Cingentem  viridi  tempora  pampino. 


HOrACE. 
Ode  X  :v— To  B^cck.-j. 
[■  linslation.] 
Oh,  Bacchus;  whither  dost  thou  waft  me 

To  what  lone  cave  or  shady  wood? 
For  I,  right  to  the  full  have  quaffed  thee, 
And  find  myself  in  merry  mood. 

Within  what  lonely  dell  reclining 
Shall  I  the  great  Augustus  praise. 

And  'mid  the  stars  of  Heaven  shining 
With  Jove,  th'  illustrious  Casar  raise. 

His  deeds  I  sing  in  novel  numbers, 
Strains  by  other  lips  unsung. 

As  Evias,-  roused  from  Orgies'  slumbers 
Amaz-ed  stands,  the  hills  among. 

Behold  swift  Hebrus-  waters  foaming 
And  frigid  Thrace's  snow-white  plain 

Stem  Rhodopes,  where  ceaseless  roaming 
The  rude  barbarians  yet  remain. 

So  I,  among  the  mountains  wander, 
Or  'mid  the  desert  rocks  I  rove. 

And  lonely  there  my  verses  ponder 
In  solitude  of  darksome  grove. 

Oh  thou  of  Naiads'  strong  defender 
And  Bacchantes,-  powerful  band. 

Who  can  twist  the  ash-trees  slender   ' 

And  rend  their  roots  from  out  the  land. 

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No  lowly  thought  shall  mar  my  measure 
Nor  base  conceit  my  verses  stain. 

Bold  is  the  task,  yet  sweet  the  pleasure 
To  sing  in  this  heroic  strain. 

God  of  the  wine-press,*  jovial,  leading, 

Thy  temples  wreathed  with  verdant  vine, 

Safe  I  follow,  nothing  dreading, 

And  thus  th'  immortal  Chaplet  twine. 


(i)    Bacchus,  God  of  wine,  used  here  by  metonymy  for  wine  itself, 
(a)     Evias,  one  of  the  priestesses  of  Bacchus.    The  Orgies  we.e  frantte 

revels,  accompanying  the  ceremonies  of  the  Bacchanalian  sacrificci. 

Those  performing  these  functions  were  first  excited  into  a  delirious 

fury  which  ended  in  a  state  of  sleep  or  catalepsy. 

(3)  Hebrus,  a  river  in  Thrace  which  rises  in  Mount  Rhodopes,  and  flows 
into  the  Aegean  Sea.  This  was  the  place  .vhere  the  Orgies  of 
Bacchus  were  principally  celebrated. 

(4)  Naiads,  water-nymphs.  As  wine  was  supposed  by  the  aAcienta  to  be 
stronger  than  water,  so  they  declared  Bacchus  to  be  the  Idng  and 
ruler  of  the  Naiads. 

(5)  Bacchantes,  priestesses  of  Bacchus.  The  allusion  in  this  verse  is  to 
the  episode  of  Pentheus,  King  of  Thebes.  Having  tried  to  suppress 
the  disorders  of  the  Bacchanalia  he  was  set  upon  by  the  Bacchantes, 
and  had  to  fly  to  the  forest  for  safety.  As  they  pressed  upon  him  he 
climbed  up  a  fir,  or  ash  tree  for  protection.  The  furious  Bacchantes 
having  first  tried  to  dislodge  him  with  stones,  at  length,  twisted  the 
ash  tree  and  tore  it  from  its  roots. 

(6)  God  of  the  wine-press  "Lemee."  This  is  ariothet  name  for  Bacchus 
derived  from  the  Greek  word  Lenos,  a  wine-press. 


ANAGRAM 
(Dedicated  to  Leo  XIII.,  Called  the  "Light  fro. 


m  Heaven.") 


Leo  Leonum  decimus-t 


O  Lumen  de  coelis,  tutum  < 


HORATII  FLACCI. 
Ode  XVI— Lib.  III. 

AD  MAECENATUM. 

{Auro  expugnari  omnia;  se  tnm  re  coHtentum  ac  beatum 
vivere.) 

Inclusam  Danaen  turris  ahenca, 
Robustseque  fores  et  vigilum  canes 
Tristes  excubix,  mtinierant  satis 
Kocturnis  ab  adulteris. 

Si  non  Acrisium  virg^nis  abditx 
Custodem  pavidum,  Jupiter  et  Venus 
Risissent :  fore  enim  tutum  iter  et  patens 
Converse  in  pretium  Deo. 

Aurum  per  medios  ire  satellites, 
Et  perrtunpere  an^at  saxa,  potentius 
Ictu  fulmineo.    Ccncidit  auguris 
Argivi  donius  ob  lucrum. 

Demersa  exitio.    Diffidtt  urbium 
Po 'tas  vir  Macedo,  et  submit  semulos 
Reges  muneribus.     Munera  navium 
Sxvos  illaqueant  duces. 

Crescentem  sequitur  cura  pecuniam 
Majonimque  fames.    Jure  perhorrui 
Late  conspicuum  tollere  verticem 
Msecenas  equitum  decus. 

Quanto  quisque  sibi  plura  negaverit 
A  diis  plura  feret.     Nil  cupientiuni 
Nudus  castra  peto ;  et  transfuga  dis  it^um 
Partes  linquere  gestio; 

Contemptae  dominus  splendidior  rei, 
Quam  si  quidquid  arat  impeger  appulus, 
Occultare  meis  dicerer  horreis, 
Mag^s  inter  opes  inops. 

Purae  rivus  aquae,  silvaque  jugeruni 
Paucorum,  et  segetis  certa  fides  meae 
Fulgentem  imperio.fertilis  Africae 
Fallit  sorte  beatior. 


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HORACE. 
Ode  XVI— Book  III. 

TO  MAECENAS.' 

[Translation.] 
(All  are  corrupted  by  gold:  despise  iveallh;  live  conlent.) 

The  brazen  tower,  the  strongly  bolted  gate, 
And  watch-dogs'  wailing  thro'  the  midnight  air, 

Th'  ir.iprironed  Danae,  in  lonely  state, 
Guarded  full  well  from  nightly  lovers'  snare. 

Till  Jupiter  and  Love  at  last  deride 
The  timorous  guardian  of  the  cloistered  maid. 

Acrisius", — for  changed  to  golden  tide 
The  gods  a  safe  and  easy  entrance  tread. 

For  gold  delights,  thro'  sternest  guards  to  go 
With  bribing  power.  To  pierce  the  hardest  rock. — 

'Twas  gold  that  crushed  with  ruthless  overthrow, 
More  awful  than  the  thunder's  mighty  shock. 

The  Grecian  prophet's  home".    With  gifts  unspared 

The  Macedonian'  rends  the  cities'  walls 
And  rival  kings  subdues.     By  gold  ensnared 

Even  the  hardy  sailor-chieftain  falls. 

But  growing  care,  and  griping  love  for  more 
Pursue  increasing  wealth.    I  truly  dread. 

My  noble  friend,  to  enlarge  my  humble  store 
Or  'mong  the  rich  with  pride  to  raise  my  her.d. 

The  more  each  one  denies  himself,  the  more 
The  gods  shall  give  reward ;  thus  poor  myself 

I  seek  my  dwelling  place  among  the  poor. 
And  flee  the  homes  of  luxury  and  pelf. 

Possessor  only  of  a  small  domain. 

Poor  amidst  wealth : — yet  peaceful  do  I  sleep. 
More  happy  far  than  did  my  bams  contain 

Whate'er  the  industrious  Appulians'  reap. 

A  shady  grove,  with  pure  and  rippling  stream' 

A  harvest  waving  in  the  svmmer  gale. 
More  blest  my  lot  than  he  who  rules  supreme 

In  regal  pomp  o'er  Afric's  fertile  vak. 


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Quamquam  nee  Calabra:  melta  ferunt  apes 
Ncc  liestrigonia  Bacchus  in  Amphora 
Languescit  mihi,  nee  pinguia  gallicis 
Crescunt  vellera  pascuis ; 

Importuna  tamen  pauperies  abest 
Nee,  si  plura  velim  ut  dare  deneges 
Contracta  melius  parva  cupidine. 
Vectigalia  porrigam. 

Quam  si  Mygdo.iiis  regnum  Alyattei 
Campis  continucm.    Multa  petentibus 
Desunt  multa.     Bene  est  cui  Deus  obtulit 
Parca  quod  satis  est  manu. 


No  Formian  jar'  my  mellowed  wine  secretes, 
Nor  bees  provide  Calabria's'  honied  stot«, 

Nor  fleecy  flock  on  Gallic"  hillside  bleats, 
Yet  meagre  want  is  absent  from  my  door. 

And  wished  I  more,  my  friend,  wouldst  thou  not  give  ?- 
While  I  by  keeping  but  a  frugal  board 

Shall  smaller  tributes  pay ;  and  happier  live 
Than  owned  I  Phrygia's  fields,  and  Lydia's  hoard." 

Those  seeking  much  are  never  satisfied. 
But  crave  for  more :— Thrice  happy  he,  indeed, 

For  whom  the  Gods  with  sparing  hand  provide 
Of  worldly  goods,  sufficient  for  his  need. 


(i)  MKHias.  I  courtier  of  the  time  of  Augustus,  He  was  a  friend  of 
Horace  and  a  patron  of  poets  and  literature.  Horace  dedicates 
many  of  his  odes  to  him.  This  ode  contains  many  beautiful  maxims 
of  the  stoic  philosophy,  which  are  worthy  of  the  morality  of  > 
Christian  teacher. 

(2)  "Watch-dogs."  The  event  here  alluded  to  is  the  imprisonment  of 
Uanae,  daughter  of  Acrisius,  King  of  the  Argives.  He  had  been 
told  by  an  Oracle  that  the  son  born  of  his  daughter  should  kill  him 
Hence  he  placed  her  in  a  strong  tower  or  castle,  and  was  not  satisfied 
with  bolts  and  bars  and  gaolers,  but  also  employed  the  huge  and 
fierce  watch-dogs  of  Epirus  and  Laconia,  which  kept  up  a  dismal 
howling  during  the  night. 

(3)  "Acrisius."  But  in  spite  of  all  these  precautions  the  maid  was 
ravished  by  Pritus,  Acrisius's  brother,  and  became  the  mother  of 
lerseus,  who  afterward  verified  the  prediction  of  the  Oracle  by 
presenting  to  Acrisius  the  head  of  Medusa,  at  sight  of  which  he  was 
turned  into  stone.  Prfttus  bribed  the  guards  of  Danae  with  gold 
The  poets  fictitiously  imagined  that  Jupiter,  changing  himself  into 
a  shower  of  golden  rain,  thus  gained  admittance  into  ihe  tower, 
bringing  Venus  (or  Love)  vith  him.  On  this  fantastic  legend  the 
poet  moralizes  and  gives  us  this  Ode,  one  of  the  most  beautiful  of  his 
productions. 

(4)  "Home."  The  allusion  here  is  to  the  Vaticinator  or  Augur 
Amphiaraus.  When  Adrastus,  King  of  the  Argives,  wished  to  go 
to  svar  against  the  Thebans  and  to  secure  their  territory  for  his 
Kin-in-Iaw,  Polynices,  he  desired  to  bring  with  him  Amphiaraus. 
the  latter,  however,  knowing  from  his  divinations  that  the  war  was 
about  to  turn  out  unfavorable  to  the  Thebans,  fled  and  concealed 
himself,  his  whereabouts  being  known  only  to  his  wife,  Eriphyle 
But  Argia  the  daughter  of  Adrastus  and  wife  of  Polynices.  tempted 
Eriphyle  by  the  promise  of  a  golden  necklace  adorned  with  gems, 
which  was  made  by  Vulcan,  to  betray  the  hiding  place  of  her  husband, 
Amphiaraus.  He  was,  therefore,  drawn  into  the  war  by  Adrastus, 
but  when  he  learned  that  he  had  been  betra- -d  by  his  wife,  be 
ordered  his  son  Alcemone  to  kill  her.  which  he  did,  but  no  sooner 
had  he  murdered  his  own  mother  than  he  became  possessed  by  the 
l-uries  and  destroyed  himself.  Amphiaraus,  going  to  the  war  in  his 
chariot  was  swallowed  up  by  an  earthquake,  and  his  other  son, 
Amphilochns,  perished  in  battle.  Thus  his  whole  house  was  crushed 
and  all  on  account  of  gold. 


(5)  "Tlw  MtMdonijn."  Philip,  King  of  Mactdon,  wu  accuilomtd  lo 
bribe  with  gold  the  guardiint  o<  cities. 

(6)  "Apfuliuii.''  Apmlli,  a  province  in  Soutbem  luly,  celebrated  tor 
ita  rKh  Mil  and  climate. 

(»  "St««ni."  The  BrCMlt  Blandusia,  which  flowed  through  Horace'! 
villa  on  the  Sabine  Mountaini,  and  which  he  celebratea  in  lo  many 
of  mi  odet. 

(J)  "Fonnian  i»r."  Formia  wai  a  town  in  Campania  celebrated  for  iti 
wuiei.  The  territory  wai  formerly  inhabited  by  the  I^trygoniani 
or  L^yciopcuns. 

(9)  Calabria,  a  ipulhem  province  of  luly,  renowned  for  iti  wealth  of 
nowera  and  for  the  gathering  of  honey. 

*"'  ^'-'i'?.'  P!?  '"if  G"ul(go;/,p  Trant  fciam,,  i.  e.,  the  northern 
pn  of^Italy,  the  valley  of  the  Po),  were  held  in  high  repute  by  the 


(n)  "Hoard,  Mygdonia,  province  of  Macedonia,  another  name  for  Phry- 
P'  i'^**j*  "S.'!'"''  P'O"!""-  Alyattes  wu  father  of  Crtesui, 
„i"/.i? .  -^^^  V?"  ?">»■"«  w"  »  wealthy  from  it)  minea  o< 
gold  that  itt  King  Cnnus  became  a  synonym  for  wealth 


3° 


I 


EXTRACT  FROM   THE  "MEDEA"   OF  SENECA.' 
Act  II.,  ScEKE  3. 
(Conutain,  th.  hraou.  proph«y  of  th.  diKo».,y  of  lh«  New  Worid.) 
Audax  nimium  qui  freta  prim 
Rate  tarn  fragili,  p«rfida  rupit. 
Terrasque  suas  post  terga  videm 
Animani  levibus  crci  dit  auris. 
Dubioque  secans  aequora  cursu, 
Potuit  tenui  fidere  ligno, 
Inter  vitat  mortisque  vias, 
Niminum  gracili  limite  ducto. 

Nondum  quisque  Sidera  norat 
Stellisque  quibus  pingitur  ather, 
Non  erat  usus.     Nondum  Peliadas 
Hyadas,  poterant  vitare  rates." 
Non  Olenia;  Sydera  Capra,' 
Non  qua  sequitur  flectitque  senex 
Arctica  tardus  plaustra  Bootes.' 


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TRANSLATION    OF    THE    FOREGOING.' 
Br«ve-ht«rted  he,  who  fir«  in  fragile  bark, 
Uunched  o'er  the  deep,  to  plow  the  unknown  dark:— 
Hi»  native  ihore  fast  vanishing  he  sees, 
Hi»  soul  confi.Iing  to  the  gentle  breeie. 
Dividing  with  a  doubtful  course  the  flood 
Me  trusts  himself  unto  a  slender  wood 
Lead  onwards  ever  in  a  devious  path, 
And  all  too  dangerous,  'twixt  life  and  death. 
None  yet  was  skilled  in  planetary  lore 
To  count  the  twinkling  stars  that  spangled  o'er 
Th'  ethereal  vault,  nor  yet  could  ships  decline 
The  Pleiads'  and  the  Hyads'  warning  sign.' 
Nor  yet  the  Olenian  Goat  and  Kidlets  twain," 
Nor  those  which,  showing  forth  the  Arctic  wain, 
The  slow  Bootes  drives  and  turns.'— No  name 
Could  Boreas  yet,  nor  gentle  Zephyr  claim. 
Yet  Tiphys"  dares  to  spread  his  canvas  wide: 
Prescribes  new  laws  to  govern  winds  and  tide, 
Spreads  out  his  mainsail  with  full  swelling  bunt. 
Stacks  the  main  sheet,  to  catch  the  south  winds  brunt. 
Athwart  the  beam,  now  on  the  mizzen  mast 
He  lowers  the  yards,  and  reefs  all  snug  and  fast:— 
Now  anxious  every  rippling  air  lo  ketch 
Shakes  out  the  reefs  and  hoists  to  highest  stretch. 
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Xundum  Borcat:  nonduin  iEepliyrui 
Nomen  habebant. 
Auius  Tiphyi'  pandere  Vuto 
Carbau  ponio,  legeique  novat 
Scribere  ventii  r  nunc  lina  linu 
Tendcrc  toto,  nunc  prtelato 
Fede,  trantvertoi  CapUre  Notoi. 
Nunc  antcnnat  medio  tutaa 
Poncre  nialo;  nunc  In  lummo 
Relinrc  loco  (cum  jam  totoi 
Avidui  nimium  navita  flatui 
Optat)  et  alto  rubicunda  tremunt 
Suppara  veto. 

Candida  nottri  ueculi  patrei 
Videre,  procul  fraude,  remota 
Sua  quisque  piger  littora  tangeni, 
Patrioque  senex  factui  in  arvo 
Parvo  dives;  nisi  qtiat  tulerat 
Natale  solum :  non  norat  opes 
Bene  dissepti  faedera  mundi 
Trixit  in  unum,  Thessala  pinus.' 


Jussitque  pati  vcrbera  pontum 
Partemque  metus  fieri  nostri 
Mare  sqxMitum  dedit  ilia  graves 
Improba  poenas  per  tam  longos 
Ducta  timores ;  cum  duo  montes' 
Claustra  profundi,  hinc  atque  illinc, 
Subito  impulsu,  velut  ethereo 
Gemerent  sonitu,  spargeret  astra 
Nubesque  ipsas  mare  depressum. 
Palluit  audax  Tiphys,  et  omnes, 
Labente  manu,  misit  habenas; 
Orpheus'  tacuit  torpente  lyra, 
Ipsaque  vocem  peredidit  Argo.' 
Quid  cum  Siculi  Virgo  Pclori" 
Rabidas  utero  succincta  canes, 
Omnes  pariter  solvit  hiatus? 
Quis  non  totos  horniit  artus 
Toties  imo  latrante  malo? 
Quid  cum  Ausonium  dirae  pestes" 
voce  canora  mare  mulcerent? 
Cum  pieria  resonans  cithera 
Thracius  Orpheus,  solitam  cantu 
Ritinere  rates  pene  coegit 
Sirenem  sequi. — Quod  fuit  hujus 
Pretium  cursus  ? — Aurea  pellis 
Majusque  mari  Medea,  malum. 


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The  loft)'  topiail  with  its  bark-hrowii  tidci 

J-lapi  on  the  gaff.     The  frc.hning  brene  dividw. 

Uiir  fathers  saw  tliose  happy  days  of  yore 
Unstained  by  fraud,  when  each  his  native  shore 
Securely  hugged :— In  his  internal  fold 
Kich  on  a  little,  grew  contcntly  old. 
Nor  aught  of  wealth,  or  other  comforts  knew 

Well  did  Thessahas  bark,'  in  closest  bands 
logether  draw  the  erst  divided  lands ; 
And  force  the  deep  the  oars'  swift  stroke  to  bear; 
And  thro  the  displaced  waves  a  pathway  clear. 
The  good  ship  boldly  surging  speeds  ahead, 
A    hands  aboard  are  filled  with  doubt  and  dread 
When  two  huge  rocks'  on  either  hand  arise. 
Like  mighty  walls  extending  to  the  skies. 
1  heir  sides  the  waves  in  raging  fury  dash 
And  backwards  roll  with  deep  infernal  crash 
Again  rebounding  on  their  mad'ning  way 
Sprinkle  the  very  stars  with  clouds  of  spray 
nie  hardv  Tiphys  quailed  and  from  his  hand 
All  nerveless  fell  the  tiller's  guiding  band 


Orpheus'  stoo.1  dumb,  his  tuneless  lyre  unstrung, 
fc.  en  Argo  left  her  prophecies  unsung,— 
But  what  their  dread,  as  by  Pelorus'  cape" 

Th!1il??j"  V^i?"?''."''  ™Pri»>«<l  virgin  gape 
The  rabid  dogs !    Their  limbs  grow  stiff  with  fe« 
As  from  their  throats  the  deep-mouthed  yelps  they  heir 
The  creaking  of  the  mast  within  the  hold,  ^ 

Stiffens  their  limbs  and  makes  their  blood  run  cold 
Apin  what  terror!  when  at  length  they  meet 
rhpse  direful  pests,"  who  by  their  voices  sweet 
Th  Ausoman  Ocean  charm,  whose  magic  song 
Can  stay  the  ship  that  swiftly  glides  along.- 

And  ,l7 w  V""^.''".  '«"en-born  lyre  amain 
And  all  but  draws  the  Syrens  in  his  train,— 

The  r-,S*'p^  P"«  °f 'hi'  so  dangerous  course? 
Th»n  ,11  !!1  ^A""- ,  ^"^  "'°"'  Med?a,  worse 
Than  all  the  Ocean's  perils  :-Guerdon  meet 
lo  grace  the  Leader's  ship  among  the  fleet. 

But  now  the  storms  have  passed,  the  billows  bow 
Submissive  to  the  laws  of  Science —No-.v 
No  more  Palladian  Argo,  built  by  Kings 
With  quaking  oars  the  royal  treasures  brings 


h! 


Merces  prima  digna  carina. — 
Nunc  jam  cessit  pontus,  et  omnes 
Patitur  leges.     Non  Palladia 
Compacta  manu  regum  referens 
Incylta  remos  queritur  Argo 
Quxlibet,  altum  cymba  pererrat 
Terminus  omnis  motus  et  urbes 
Muros  terra  posuer^  novos, —       e. 
Nil  qua  fuerat  sede  reliquit 
Pervius  orbis.     Indus  gelidum 
Potat  Araxen.    Albyn  Persa 
Rhenumque  bibunt,"  Venient  Annis 
Saecula  seris,  quibus  Occanus. 
Vincula  rerum  laxet,  el  ingens 
Patent  Tellus;;  Tiphysque  NOVOS 
Detegat  ORBES:—Ncc  sit  Terns 
Ultima,  Thulel 


3^' 


Now  scathi  -ss  every  bark  the  ocean  scours,— 

All  things  are  changed,  and  city  walls  and  towers 

In  distant  lands  arise. — The  path-tracked  Earth 

Leaves  naught  where  Nature  placed  it  at  Its  birth. 

The  Indian  parched  by  Phoebus'  torrid  beam 

Can  drink  of  cool  Araxes'  freshening  stream. 

The  Persian  e'en  can  quaff  the  Elbe's  blue  wave 

Or  in  the  Rhine  his  weary  members  lave." 

In  latter  years  shall  come  a  new-born  age 

To  mark  a  wondrous  change  on  History's  pore. 

When  Ocean  shall  the  chains  of  things  unbind 

And  show  a  mighty  world  that  lies  behind. 

And  Tiphys  shall  a  NEWFOUNDLAND  explore.— 

Nor  longer  Thule  shall  be  the  furthest  shoret 


(l)  Sentca  Wis  born  at  Cordova,  A.  D.  13,  and  though  not  of  the 
9°'™"_A.K«  o*  Ls'in  Literature,  is  certainly  the  leader  of  the  Silver 
Age.  This  tragedy  of  "Medea"  is  one  of  his  noblest  works,  and  is 
P"t;cularly  interesting  as  containing  the  remarkable  prophecy  of 
the  discovery  of  the  New  World.  Medea,  daughter  of  Aeetes,  King 
of  Colchos,  helped  Jason  to  find  the  Golden  Fleece.  She  fled  with 
him,  killed  her  brother  Absyrtes,  scattering  his  dismembered  limbs 
behind  her  in  order  to  retard  the  pursuit  of  her  father.  She  devoured 
her  own  children,  destroyed  Creusa,  burnt  the  King's  palace  at 
Comith,  etc.  The  subject  of  the  tragedy  is  the  search  by  Jason  and 
the  Argonauts  for  Medea  and  the  Golden  Fleece. 

(3)  The  Pleiades,  and  the  H^ades,  two  ^oups  of  stars  in  the  Constella- 
tion of  Taurus,  are  considered  as  signs  of  rain,  when  set'lng  about 
twilight.  Virgil  (Aeneid  I.,  740)  calls  them  "Pluvias  Hyades,"  the 
rainy  Hyades.  The  poet  here  alludes  to  the  early  days  before  people 
had  yet  made  any  study  of  the  stars. 

(3)  'This  group  of  stars  forms  the  Constellation  of  Auriga.  It  is  called 
the  Olenian  goat,  from  the  City  of  Olenus,  where  Jupiter  was 
nursed  by  the  Amalthean  goat.  It  is  also  a  rainy  sign,  "Olenia 
Signum  pluviale  capella,"  Ovid. 

(4)  Bo-otes.  Called  also  the  "Plowman  or  the  Charioteer,  who  drives 
the  plow,  or  Gieat  Bear." 

(5)  "Tiphys,"  the  pilot  of  the  Argonauts. 

(6)  "Thessalia's  Bark,"  called  pinui  because  she  was  built  of  the  pine 
of  the  forest  of  Dodona  by  Jupiter  and  Minerva.  It  was  afterwards 
translated  to  Heaven  and  became  the  Constellation  of  Canopus  or 
Argo  Navis.  It  was  supposed  that  the  wood  of  which  she  was  made 
was  cut  by  Jupiter  from  the  enchanted  trees  of  Tmarius.  where 
Auguries  were  pronoun'^ed.  Hence  the  ship  herself  was  endowed 
with  prophetic  gift. 

O  '.3'""'  '•"8'  rocks."  The  Cyaneae,  or  Syraplegades.  in  the  Euxine  Sea. 
They  were  supposed  to  be  floating,  and  to  rush  together  when  ships 
attempted  to  pass  between  and  crush  them.  The  blind  King  Phineas, 
in  return  for  his  liberation  from  the  harpies  by  the  Argonauts 
taught  them  the  secret  of  passing  safely  through  this  dreadful 
diasm  which  was  to  send  a  pigeon  first  into  the  gorge,  and  when 
the  cliffs  after  closing  on  the  bird  should  begin  to  retire,  then  tto 
row  swiftly  through. 


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*^  .SlFfi  J  r.^u'^  succeeded  in  gttuni  through,  but  were  greatly 
lemhed.  Orpheut,  who  was  one  of  the  company,  and  was  accus- 
tomed to  subdue  all  nature  by  the  sweet  strains  of  his  lyre,  became 
powerless  through  fear,  and  even  the  brave  Tiphys  let  go  the  rudder- 
chains,  and  fell  unconscious  on  the  deck. 

(9)  "E'en  Argo."  The  ship  is  here  personified  as  the  prophetess  of  the 
Dodonian  forest.  Or  it  may  be  that  a  statue  of  the  Goddess  was 
Kept  on  board. 

*"'  'ZJ'°,t!"'\5""vJ"  ^Y''^-  ""  """■"•"  CForo,  the  site  of  Scilla 
and  qiaojbdis.  The  rock  showed  the  form  of  a  woman,  and  was 
personified  as  Scilla,  daughter  of  Phorcus,  whom  Glaucus  loved 
^ving  Jilted  Orce.  This  latter  being  a  great  migician,  changed 
Scilla  into  a  monstrous  rock,  still  reUining  the  form  of  a  woman, 
but  with  SIX  heads  and  her  loins  surrounded  by  howling  dogs  and 
wolves.    (See  Paradise  Lost,  B.  II,  line  &|8  et  seqq.)        •"»•'" 

(11)  Ausonia's  diresome  pests."  The  Syrens  or  Sea  Monsters  or  Mer- 
maids, by  their  wondrous  perfonnance  on  the  flute  and  the  lyre,  and 
their  sweet  singing,  they  lured  their  victims  to  destruction.  Orpheus 
however,  overcame  them  and  almost  forced  them  to  follow  m  the 
wake  of  the  Argonauts. 

(12)  "Araxes."  A  river  in  Armenia.  The  poet  here  describes  with  mar- 
vellous exactness  the  wondrous  changes  which  have  occurred  in  these 
modem  times  when  men  can  travel  over  the  whole  face  of  the  world 
Ihe  language  is  almost  prophetic,  especially  in  the  concluding  lines, 
where  the  discovery  of  a  New  World  beyond  Thule,  which  wis  then 
considered  as  the  last  land  in  the  West,  is  so  vividly  foreshadowed 
U." ,"<"  ""i"™  *;■'  <^'«»™  wli"  land  was  intended  by  the  ancients  as 
/  nule  Indeed,  they  seem  to  have  been  in  doubt  about  it  themselves 
It  IS,  however  supposed  to  have  been  the  Orkney  and  SheUand  Islands 
or  the  Feroe-Islandj  or  Rockall  Reef,  or  even  Iceland  or  (Sreenland. 
which  were  known  to  Europe  at  a  very  early  period 


.^S 


College  Vtx»a 


WKITTEN  BETWEEN   1863  AND   1870  AT  THE  COLLEGE  « 
FKOPAGANDA,    KOHE. 


LINES. 
WRITTEN    AS    AN    INTRODUCnON    TO    A    SCRAP-BOOK. 

Dear  Italy!  the  Poet's  genial  nurse, 
Land  of  sweet  music,  and  of  flowing  verse. 
TTiy  balmy  zephyrs,  softly  floating,  bring 
O  er  vale  and  vine-dad  hill,  on  downy  wins 
A  fragrant  breath.    The  throbbing  bosom  thrill 
And  every  breast  with  inspiration  fill. 


As  thy  old  ruins,  which  still  crumbling  stand 
Yieldmg  reluctantly  to  Time's  stern  hand. 
With  striking  grandeur  rise;  all  hoar  and  bleak 
In  solemn  silence;  yet  the'  mute  they  speak 
Unto  the  inmost  soul.    Each  column  sttown 
With  creeping  ivy,  every  crumbling  stone 
Into  the  mind  a  thousand  mem'ries  pours 
Until,  enraptured,  far  away  it  soars 
Beyond  the  present  to  the  days  of  yore, 
When  thy  sons  wooed  the  bright  Pierian  Chore. 
When  verse  and  melody  went  hand  in  hand 
And  mortals  all,  like  one  Elysian  band. 
Tuned  the  soft  lyre,  and  swelled  the  muses'  art 
And  peace  Arcadian,  reigned  in  every  heart. 


When  Flaccus,  hid  from  Phoebus'  torrid  beam 
J"  J™dy  liower  beside  Brundusian  stream. 
Where  bubbling  cascade,  bounding  on  its  way 
Cooled  the  green  marein  with  its  sparkling  spray. 
Was  wont  in  ease  the  live-long  hours  to  spend 
And  verse  and  music  gracefully  to  blend ; 
Th  iambus  and  the  dactyl  to  combine 
In  measured  strophe,  and  qjiaff  the  palmy  wine. 


But  now  those  days  are  past,  and  now  no  more, 

Mytholog)'  usurps  Hesperia's  shore.— 

Now  upward  graceful,  towers  the  cross-crown'd  dome 

In  solemn  grandeur  o'er  erst  pagan  Rome, 

Where  once  the  Vates  held  their  Auguries 

And  human  victims  bled,  the  Gods  t  appease. 

Truth,  Christianity,  Religion,  reign. 

In  sweet  communion  o'er  the  hearts  of  men. 


Not  hence  the  genius  of  bright  Poetry, 
Far  famed  Hesperia,  has  fled  from  thee, 
Nay,  but  more  noble  rendered  by  the  change. 
Now  soars  aloft,  with  far  expanded  range. 
Attains  e'en  Heaven  itself,  and  brightened  thence 
Seems  in  its  track  o'er  mortals  to  dispense 
A  ray  of  Heaven:— to  the  troubled  heart 
A  tranquil  and  celestial  peace  t'  impart. 


Lend  then  sweet  Italy,  one  favoring  look. 
Let  thy  bright  genius  hover  o'er  the  book. 
With  smile  propitious,  and  with  kindly  rays 
Light  up  each  verse,  till  every  line  displays 
Thy  thousand  beauties,  let  each  page  rejoice 
With  living  poesy's  soul-stirring  voice  I 


I 


•Ovid. 


OTHEr,    LINES    FOR   THE  SAME  OBJECT. 

"Go  little  book,"  thus  spoke  in  days  of  yore, 

Sulmona's  bard,*  on  Euxine's  darksome  shore, 

"Go  sadly  forth  and  tell  the  tale  forlorn 

Of  woes  thy  exiled  Author  here  has  borne." 

Not  so  this  "little  book."  no  tale  of  grief 

With  doleful  plaint  shall  blot  a  tear-stained  leaf. 

No!  here  shall  wit  and  poetry  combine 

And  joy  shall  radiate  in  every  line. 

Here  sparkling  humor  brighten  up  the  page 

And  there  the  moral  of  th  aspiring  sage 

In  polysyllabic  dignity  bedight. 

Stride  pompous  through  the  verse  in  conscious  might. 

Anon  shall  stem  philosophy  profound. 

Her  maxims  rigid  and  her  truths  propound. 

Softened  by  poetry,  the  magic  art 

With  which  true  science  moulds  the  pliant  heart. 


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Here  sweet  Religion  shall  inspire  the  trope 
And  every  line  breathe  Faith,  and  Love,  and  Hope 
Again,  in  cadence  musical  shall  swell 
Those  dulcet  tones,  a  Dante  knew  so  well, 
Mehfluous  to  blend.— And  next  the  tongi'e 
in  which  a  Shakespeare  or  a  Milton  sung, 
Jn  lofty  grandeur  through  the  line  rebound, 
Ur  close  the  verse  with  sweetly  flowing  sound. 

Here  Nature  culled  by  skilful  hand  shall  pay 
Her  fragrant  tribute  to  the  bright  boug,u-t. 
Her  moral  maxim  anil  her  pleasant  theme 
Dn  jti  from  the  lowly  flower  or  puriing  stream 
Her  toilinc  myriads  of  insect  race 
"Shall  point  the  moral  and  the  tai  shall  grace." 
ilius  hke  a  blooming  garden  shall  the  whole 
li?!  *"''  «^''=™'«  'h'  enraptured  soul 

Where  every  page,  like  dew-bespangle<l  sward— 
Uy  naught  unpleasant  or  unsiglitlv  marred 
Where  all  is  beauty  and  each  silvr'y  spray 
Keflects  in  prismed  hues  the  zenith  ray 
Of  genial  Poetry;— When  light  and  shade 
Alternate  dim  and  brighten  up  the  glade, 
Where  rare  exotics  graceful  trail  the  ground 
And  spread  a  fragrant  perfume  f.ir  around 
Or  rigid  stand,  with  plumy  head  on  high 
And  proudly  waving  sweep  the  azure  sky. 

Or  like  a  casket  of  corruscant  gold 
mu  ''"'^  """"^  '"  '>«*''*'cs  shall  unfold. 
Where  gems  in  envious  splendour  all  amassed 
Seem  each  by  each  in  brilliancy  surpassed 
Where  the  amethyst,  its  purple  tint  displays 
JBeside  the  onyx',  sweet  carnation  rays      " 
The  bright  hued  opal,  th'  emeralds  virgin  crecn 
Keflected  in  the  diamond's  sjwtless  .sheen. 

Or  like  that  Maid,  the  first  in  pagan  lore 
Of  woman-kind*  whom  in  the  days  of  yore 
htrong  Vulcan,  at  the  nod  of  Mighty  Jove 
Brought  for"i  perfected  from  his  bbzing  stove 
W.iom  all  the  Gods  enriched  with  presents  ran-  _ 
t'allas  gave  wisdom  to  this  first-made  fair 
And  Venus  beauty,  and  I.atona's  sont 
With  poetry  endowed  the  gifted  oi.c. 
And  last  of  all  the  roguish  Mercury 
Soul-stirring  eloquence  bcsto\yed :— thus  we 

•Pandora.    t'ApolIo. 


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In  this  our  little  scrap-book  shall  collect 
Such  gifts  as  these — each  portion  shall  reflect 
The  sage  Minerva,  and  the  beauty  bright 
Of  Venus,  daughter  of  celestial  light; 
Apollo,  master  c.f  picrian  art. 
Auspicious  shall  preside  o'er  every  part, 
And  Eloquence  unite  with  poetry 
To  blend  the  whole  in  graceful  harmony. 

Thus,  gentle  reader,  introduced,  advance, 
Cast  o'er  this  nursery  a  searching  glance ; 
Choose  out  the  morfeau  which  shall  please  thy  taste 
If  aught  can  please  thee  more  than  all  the  rest. 
Where  all  are  equal,  and  where  all  are  best. 


THE  PAPAL  BENEDICTION  AT  ST.  PETER'S, 
EASTER  SUNDAY,  1865. 

Lo  1  the  vast  throng  in  living  torrents  flows 

On  and  still  onward  in  its  bright  array 

Here  martial  pomp ;  there  kingly  splendour  glows 

And  Church  and  State  their  glory  here  display ; 

Here  every  clime  on  that  auspicious  day 

Sends  in  its  tribute  to  the  mighty  crowd 

Who  like  a  swelling  ocean  heave  and  sway. 

Or  deep  in  silence  and  devotion  bowed ; 

Or  hail  their  Pontiff  King  in  shouts  prolonged  and  loud. 

Lo!  he  appears,  the  glorious  priestly  King, 
Behold  the  mass  fall  prostrate  on  their  knees. 
Far  thro  the  air  his  thrilling  accents  ring, 
Imploring  God  his  blessings  to  increase 
And  fill  each  heart  with  love  and  joy  and  peace. 
Oh  Heavenly  sight !  Yea  more  than  earthly  grand 
All  nations  bound  by  common  sympathies 
The  Church's  sons,— a  faithful  loving  band 
United  round  the  altar-tlirone  of  Petek  stand ! 


LINES  ON  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION. 

Rome,  1866. 

"Fecit  mihi  magna  qui  potens  est." — Luk.  I.,  49. 

I  sing  the  praise  of  Heaven's  spotless  queen : — 
See  slowly  rise  the  bright  creative  scene. — 
Far  in  th'  unfathomable  depths  of  space 

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N<\  \Jr^ 


0'«  mv?J^  'I't!  °TP™'"''  '"  splendent  rays 
Oer  nryriad  g obe.,  that  in  their  orbit,  turn 
And  Heayen-illumined,  ever  onwards  bum 
Oer  rountles,  choirs  of  spirit  hierarchy 
Who  throng  around  the  throned  Divinity. 


Midst  all  the  exuberance  of  Heavenly  light 

lis  Earth,  and  Sin  the  monstrous  cloud 
Ihat  wraps  it  in  a  grace-impervious  shroud. 


But  lo!    At  length  a  bright  and  silvry  gleam 
Pure  a,  the  crystal  of  the  rippling  st«!"    ' 
Soft,  soothing,  mellow  ;-but  of  piercing  Vav 
From  out  the  heavenly  focus  takes  it"  w^av  ' 
Downwards  it  shoots,  all  brightness ;  and  "the  Earth 
New-born  to  grace  exults  in  it's  new  birth 

Sf," P^l"^.'  S°"  "'"  heaven-born  light 
Dost  Earth  o  Heaven:  dost  Man  to  G&  unite 
Connecting  link  in  that  unbroken  ch^ 
Betwixt  the  Creature  and  Creator  lain 
Se^n^^H,'!"'  '" P'rij'-'^h's  dream  defined 
une  end  in  Heaven,  the  other  on  earth  reclined. 


Lolinthe  Vista  of  Eternity 

wfth  iJIIf^ir''  T  *'  ?"■"?<"««  Decree 
With  mfimte  and  wondrous  virtue  fraught 
The  wide  creation  into  being  brought.    ^ 
The  Eternal  Wisdom  fully  satiate 
Within  Itself,  where  it  could  contemplate 
tor  aye  in  its  own  essence  every  g6od 

V^hllJ"i,  S^'  °l  '^"  ^  understood. 
.,  NoUieeded  He,  who  in  himself  contains, 

The  myriad  cohort,  of  the  Angel  Host  — 

PZ  Zl""/  »"  f^^'io"  e'er  can  boast. 
One  atom  of  perfection  to  have  given 

m.^jJ'°  "'^^  '"P"""-  °'"  Earth  and  Heaven 
as  bound  ess  gwdness,  e'er  parturient. 

With  self-enjoyment:  but  by  nature  prone 
To  share  diiTusive  all  it  calls  its  own 

T^t'Kv'VuVt'"^  '='"''"•  P"'^  spirits  all 
That  fill  with  brilliancy  the  Heavenly  Hall.- 

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Hence  with  incipient  Time  came  the  Decree 

Creating  Man,  intelligent  and  free. 

With  imile  complacent  the  Creator  vieivcd 

His  wondrous  work  and  "saw  that  it  was  good." 

But  see  that  smile  to  anger  swiftly  changed:— 

For  Sin,  like  pestilential  monster,  ranged 

O'er  Earth's  fair  bosom,  hideous  and  gliast. 

Destroying  every  beauty  as  it  passed  :— 

See,  raised  aloft  in  all  destructive  ire, 

God's  mighty  arm:  to  strik"  with  purpose  dire. 

And  with  one  dread  annihiluiing  blow 

To  hurl  all  back  to  nothingness :— But  I.o! 

Poised  in  its  course  and  powerless  It  remains 

As  if  some  force  invisible  restrains ; — 

The  angry  brow  relaxes,  and  the  while 

Returns  again  the  erst  pacific  smile — 

For  through  long  ages  of  revolving  time 

(All  present  to  th'  Intelligence  Divine 

That  knows  no  future)  The  Eternal  sees 

A  glorious  Being,  such  as  can  appease 

A  God-head's  wrath : — A  soul  that  can  efface 

Sin's  mortal  stain.     A  Being  "full  of  grace" 

A  Virgin  of  angelic  purity 

But  yet  indued  with  our  humanity. 

When  God  conceived  th'  inexplicable  thought 
To  die  for  Man's  Redemption;  then  He  sought 
Some  stainless  spot,  to  make  His  dwelling  place ; 
Some  oasis  upon  the  desert's  face 
Such  as  had  never  felt  the  searing  breath 
Of  poisoned  sin-producing  vice,  and  death — 
Her  womb  He  found  sole  spot  of  wicked  earth 
Worthy  to  hold  the  Saviour  e^r  his  birth. 

To  thee,  Sweet  Virgin  of  the  Father  blessed. 
We  owe  all  good  of  which  we  are  possessed — 
Let  every  tongue  throughout  the  world  proclaim 
The  wondrous  glories  of  thy  holy  name. 
As  thou,  thyself,  sweet  mother  dost  command 
"Blessed  my  name  shall  be  in  every  land," 
AH  hail  thee  then,  immaculate  and  mild, 
Creator's  Mother,  yet  a  Creature's  Child. 

Comfort  of  mourners,  thou  art  she  who  knows 
To  pour  a  soothing  balm  on  sinners'  woes. 
Help  of  the  Christian,  thy  sweet  prayer  can  save 
Through  thy  own  Son,  the  s'n-enshackled  slave. 
Tower  of  great  strength,  our  armour  and  our  shield 
Our  refuge  mid  temptation'?  battk -field. 


44 


To  thee  our  needs,  sweet  Motlier,  we  declare 
To  thee  we  turn  our  supplicating  prayer; 
Turn  then  to  us.  Sweet  Advocate,  oh  turn 
Those  eyes  that  e'er  with  loving  pity  burn, 
That,  past  our  earthly  exile  we  may  come 
Through  thy  petition,  to  our  heavenly  home. 
With  thee  th'  eternal  presence  to  enjoy, 
In  long  satiety,  that  ne'er  shall  cloy. 
Sole  object,  whose  fruition  e'er  can  fill 
The  boundless  yearnings  of  the  human  will. 


THE  STAR  OF  THE  M.AGI. 

(Fnjment  of  a  poem,  recited  «t  the  Polyglol  Academy  of  Propagindl 
College,  Rome,  on  January  ij,  1B6;. 


Oh  Glorious  Star,  whose  bright  celestial  glow 
Draws  all  things  to  thee,  Dost  thou  not  foreshow 
The  wondrous  power  of  Him  the  Meek,  the  Mild, 
Th'  enshrouded  Deity,  Beth'lem's  Saviour  Child, 
As  when  in  Heaven's  vault  appeared  thy  ray 
The  regal  arm  the  sceptre  ceased  to  sway. 
The  jewelled  brow  no  longer  seen  to  wear 
The  sparkling  diadem.— The  gorgeous  gear 
Of  court  panoply,  the  robes  of  State 
AH  cast  aside,  which  erst  the  potentate 
Was  wont  to  use  in  conscious  majesty. — 
So  he  prefigured,  beauteous  Star  by  thee 
When  raised  aloft,  such  beaming  radiance  sent 
Of  all  resistless  power,  that  conquered  bent 
The  world  entire,  submissive  to  its  might- 
Then  Man  aroused  from  that  long  dreary  night 
Of  sin  and  bondage,  contrite  threw  aside 
Th'  encumbering  pomp  of  worldliness  and  pride, 
And  the  vile  serpent,  hideous  and  ghast, 
Which  roamed  the  world  triumphant  in  the  past. 
Lay  crushed  and  vanquished.     See  again  the  earth 
Reborn  to  grace  exults  in  its  new  birth. 
The  "Light  of  Nations"  filling  every  soul. 
Illumining  every  land  from  Pole  to  Pole. ' 

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TO  REVD.  H.  Mcdowell,  on    his  ordination 

AT  ST.  JOHN   LATERANS. 
FEAST  OF  PENTECOST,  1867. 
Rtpieti  sum  omnci  Spiritu  Sancto— Acts  II— 4. 
Behold  within  the  Royal  City's  walls 
In  silent  prayer  the  holy  lu'tlve  await. 
With  Mary,  for  the  coming  Paraclete, 
And  lol  the  day  of  Pentecost  arrived, 
And  Heaven,  all  brilliant  with  ethereal  light. 
In  awful  chasm  gapes.^nd  the  Eternal  One,— 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  sanctity. 
Like  unto  tongues  of  lurid  fire  descends 
Upon  the  chosen  band  and  fills  their  souls 
With  heavenly  plentitude  of  seven-fold  grace 
The  Word  of  Truth  fulfilled,  and  thus  again 
From  year  to  year,  all  indefectible 
Throughout  each  coming  age  till  time  shall  cease 
On  that  bright  glorious  day  the  heavens  shall  ope 
And  ever  and  anon  shall  be  renewed 
The  bounteous  grace  of  that  first  Pentecost. 
Tremendous  wonder  of  Almighty  love ! 
The  angels  of  the  Heavenly  Court  stood  mute 
In  breathless  awe  when  they  at  first  beheld 
Their  chieftain,  Gabriel,  speed  upon  his  way 
T'  announce  the  Incarnation,  when  at  first 
They  understood  that  wondrous  miracle— 
"The  inanition"  of  their  Lord  and  King, 
And  deemed  that  e'en  Omnipotence  itself  ' 
Had  reached  its  limit.     But  behold  again 
Th'  exhaustless  source  of  the  Creative  power 
Launched  forth  in  Act  with     onder  still  more  great- 
No  more  a  god  made  man  bu,  .nan  made  God  "* 
Oh  wondrous  dignity,  Oh  power  sublime, 
Not  e'en  the  loftiest  of  the  heavenly  court 
Such  privilege  can  claim.     To  call  to  act 
Th-  Almighty  virtue  of  Goc"s  hidden  power 
The  Incarnation  to  perpetuatef 


u.  h^mrfi't'  D.;' •'  """""""'  "■ ''"«""'"'  "''•  "D'-  '«'"»  «»  homo 
40       ■ 


Through  pusing  time  the  Holy  Myitericf, 
The  septenary  lource  of  every  grtce 
T'  adminiiter  to  man.— But  over  all 
By  awful,  trantubntantiating  word 
To  call  the  livinsr  God  from  Hit  high  throne 
Upon  our  lowly  Altar«.     To  enveil 
Beneath  the  humble  species  of  the  Host 
The  Lord  and  Sovereign  of  all  Majesty  I 
Such,  my  dear  friend,  the  heavenly  dignity 
To  which  thy  God  has  called  thee.     Such  the  lot 
Which  thou'st  this  day  embraced.     Oh  happy  day 
For  thee  this  Pentecost,  and  happy  too  for  her 
The  loving  mother  of  thy  infant  years,* 
Who  kneeling  with  thee  at  the  Altar  steps 
Of  Christendom's  Cathedralf  with  a  moistened  eye 
Joins  with  tlicc,  such  a  scene  alone 
Can  satiate  a  mother's  yearning  love 
And  render  compensation  for  the  toils 
And  long,  long  weariness  of  motherly  cares. 
Oh  yes,  the  throbs  of  that  maternal  heart 
Will  penerate  to  heaven's  highest  throne- 
That  prayer,  combining  gr.ititude  and  love 
Will  echo  with  the  Angels  songs  of  praise' 
That  the  Eternal  Paraclete  of  Truth, 
Descending  on  thy  inmost  soul  to-day. 
May  fill  thee  with  a  never-failing  grace 
And  guide  thee  ever  on  thy  future  course. 
May  give  thee  words  to  soothe  the  Orphan's  woe ; 
Impart  the  unction  of  the  "Golden  Mouthed" 
To  thy  discourse,  and  teach  thee  to  unfold 
The  latent  beauties  of  the  Evangel  Word, 
To  yearning  hearts,  and  with  a  worthy  hand 
Dispense  the  sacred  mysteries  of  Faith- 
Foul  falsehoods  darkening  veil  to  rend  aside 
From  the  benighted  soul,  and  to  infuse 
The  genial  light  of  Truth.     The  Light  of  Him 
Who  hghteneth  all  who  come  into  the  world" 
And  may  this  Pentecostal  day  return 
^or  many  years  with  happiness  to  thee. 


H.s  mother  was  prtscnl  at  his  ordination. 
TSt.  John  Lateran's.    The   Pooe'a  CathpJr:,1 
Urbis  et  Orbis  Mater  et  Caput."  '-'""'i'^^ 


'omnium    Ecclesiarum 


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rjIK  TRIUMPH  OK  THE  CHURCH. 

rBKrIOUHED   BV    Tin;    lliailT   Ol'    (HR    LORD    INTO    EOVrT. 


A  TOr.U   RECITED  AT  TIIK   rol.VCLOT  ACAIIKMV  ur  I'RUPAGANDA,  ON 
JANUARV    13,    I8O8. 

B«hold  Jiidea's  haiighly  Potentate; 

Enthroned  in  all  tin-  <li(;nity  of  State; 

A  hundred  satellites  before  him  bend 

In  courtly  slavishness;  and  anxious  lend 

Their  purchased  friendship ;  seeking  to  forestall 

Each  inborn  wish.— hark  in  the  distant  hall, 

The  sentry's  measured  tread  strikes  on  the  ear. 

The  clang  of  arms,  the  axe,  the  gli'stening  spear 

Resound  anon,  and  in  the  court  without 

The  boisterous  jesting,  and  the  noisv  rout 

Of  ribald  soldiery.     Ami  yet  behold, 

Nor  velvet  couch,  nor  gorgeous  cloth  of  gold. 

Nor  armed  legions  eager  to  obey, 

Nor  regal  retinue  in  grand  array, 

Nor  columned  vault,  nor  brilliant  upestry. 

Nor  all  the  pride  of  courtly  panopiv 

Can  calm  his  troubled  mind':— That  restless  eye. 

Why  seeks  it,  in  each  object  to  descry 

Some  hidden  rival !    Why  that  nervous  start, 

Th'  unwonted  throbbing  of  that  guilty  heart ! 

Fear'st  thou  some  mighty  foe  with  conquering  band. 
To  wrench  the  sceptre  from  thy  tremblini^  han,l> 
Perchance  the  hoary  seers,  the  pontiSs  sage 
Whom  thoii  hast  calle<l  to  scan  the  sacred  page,— 
T'  unfold  the  mysteries  of  prophetic  Word,— 
Have  told  of  direful  wars  and  myriad  horde. 
Like  mountain  torrent,  rushing  furious  down 
The  seething  gorge ;  to  crush  thy  regal  crown  ? 

But  no !  they've  told  no  tale,  so  drear,  so  wild. 
They've  told  but  of  a  harmless  new-born  Child ! 
An  Infant  sleeping  in  a  Mother's  arms ; 
Can  such  a  scene  arouse  those  dread  alarms? 
Ah  yes!  for  in  thy  ear  still  vivid  ring. 
The  Wisemen's  words,  who  hail  their  new-born  King! 
And  scribes  and  seers  full  skilled  in  Biblic  lore. 
Have  searched  the  Sacred  Writings  o'er  and  o'er. 
And  all  combined  predict  the  fatal  hour 
That  marks  the  downfall  of  thy  ill-got  power. 
The  mystic  weeks  their  course  at  length  have  run.* 


•Haniel,  tx,  24. 


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And  JiiOali  waiti  thi'  loiig-vxiwclcil  Out! 
E  en  now  the  choiri  of  heavenly  Seraphim, 
btom  Belh'Itnn  cell  lend  forth  the  joyoiu  hymn, 
Glory  to  God  on  high,  and  peace  to  men 
On  Earth,  and  all  good  will  for  e'er,  Amen !" 
Sec  slowly  wind  along  the  dewrt  plain, 
A  c^g,eous  cavalcade ;  a  kinglv  train. 
Enriched  with  myrrh,  and  frank'incen«  and  gold. 
And  all  the  treasure!  eastern  lands  enfcild. 
A  new  found  star  directs  their  western  wav. 
Light!  up  the  desert  with  its  silv'ry  ray, 
Nor  halting  ever  in  its  onward  flight. 
Oer  Sion's  gilded  towers  its  favored  liglil 
Sf  n  "f'P'*''  '°  "^"i  '■  but  o'er  the  rustic  grot 
Of  Bethlem's  shepherd  marks  the  sacred  spot, 
Where  Judah's  Infant  King  reclines  to  rest, 
Enthroned  upon  a  Virgin  Mother'i  breast; 
They  enter— not  thro'  marbled  portal  wide. 
Nor  graceful  frieie,  nor  pillared  arch  bestride 
The  vestibule ;  but  darksome  cave  and  low, 
Rough-hewn  by  nature  'neath  the  nwuntain's  brow 
And  yet  within,  what  wondrous  mystery ! 
The  cradle  scene  of  Christianity  ;— 
The  manger-throne  of  that  great  Lord  of  love 
Who  reigns  supreme  o'er  cherubim  above ! 
A  truss  of  rude  cold  straw  His  regal  bed. 
A  rack-frame  canopies  His  sacred  head  I 
His  robe  of  state  a  scanty  garment  forms, 
Which  scarce  can  shield  Him  from  the  wintry  storni« 
Yet  this  IS  He  who  rules  both,  sea  and  land. 
Who  holds  the  winds  and  tempests  in  His  hand  I* 
A  few  poor  shepher  ';  form  the  courtly  train. 
Of  Him  whom  Heaven  and  earth  cannot  contain  • 
Two  humble  beasts,  the  lowliest  of  the  earth 
Sole  witnesses  of  that  celestial  birth. 
Beside  the  couch  unconscious  vigils  keep, 
And  warm  those  shivering  infant  limbs  to  sleep ' 
Yet,  this  IS  that  Great  God  who,  from  on  high, 
Watcheth  o'er  Israel's  realm,  nor  sleepeth  aye !"  f 
The  Magi  at  His  feet  their  gifts  outpour 
And  prostrate,  in  that  humble  shed,  adore. 
For  faith  illumes  their  souls  with  inward  light 
Reveals  the  hidden  Godhead  to  their  sight,— 
Hence  the  inhuman  rage,  the  frenzied  ire. 
Of  guilty  Kerod.     Hence  the  edict  dire 
That  delugea  Israel  with  infants'  blood. 
And  swelled  each  torrent  with  a  purple  flood,— 
All  nature  seems  to  rue  the  wicked  deed. 


•Proverbs  xxx,  4. 


tPsalm  cxx,  4. 


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The  very  cliffs  in  riven  horror  bleed ; 
The  wailing  mother's  sad,  heartrending;  cries, 
Pierce  with  an  anguish  keen  the  loweruig  skies. 
And  shriller  than  the  moaning  wintry  breeze 
That  whistles  thro'  the  rifted  forest  trees. 
More  dreadful  than  the  frothy  gurgling  roar 
Of  surging  billow  'gainst  the  rockbound  shore. 
Crying  for  vengeance  on  the  bloo<lstained  hand : 
That  spread  the  ruthless  carnage  thro'  the  land. 
The  tyrant  sits  upon  his  throne  the  while. 
Glutted  with  gore,  and  smiles  a  savage  smile. 

But  see  I  while  Israel  mourns  her  infant  dead, 
That  One  alone,  for  whom  they  alF  have  bled. 
Securely  trav'Ung  o'er  the  desert  sand 
To  seek  a  shelter  in  a  foreign  land  I 
And  now  the  infants'  struggling  death-cries  cease, 
Exchanged  for  heavenly  hymns  of  joy  and  peace. 
The  martyred  babes,  transformed  to  Cherubs  of  light, 
Now  hover  round  the  Saviour  in  his  flight. 
Soothe  His  rough  way,  assuage  His  weary  toil, 
And  bid  Him  welcome  unto  Egypt's  soil. 
Thus  shall  the  Church,  thro'  each  succeeding  age. 
Elude  the  earthly  tyrant's  feeble  rage ; 
And  firfniy  anchored  on  th'  unshaken  rock 
Despise  the  anger  of  the  tempests'  shock. 
The  howling  storms  which  cause  the  world  to  quake 
'Gainst  Peter's  throne  in  harmless  fury  break! 
Such  is  the  talc  her  annals  e'er  disclose, 
Combat  and  victory  o'er  contending  foes ! — 
Behold  Her  scarcely  born  to  infant  life. 
Sustain  three  hundred  years  of  blood  and  strife. 
The  fiend  of  Persecution  stalks  abroad 
Breathing  defiance  to  the  Christian's  God ! 
The  pagan  altars  reek  with  human  gore. 
The  forums  ring  with  lions'  rav'nous  roar. 
Beneath  the  Coliseum's  mighty  dome 
See  crushed  in  anxious  crowd  all  pagan  Rome ! 
And  hideous  yells,  and  shouts  incessant  burst. 
For  Christian  blood  to  slake  their  fiendish  thirst. 

But  lo !  within  the  darksome  catacomb 
Buried  as  'twere  within  the  living  fomb. 
The  saintly  Pontifl'  with  his  humble  flock. 
The  Church!  surviving  still  the  awful  shock. 
Preserved  and  handed  down  th'  unfailing  Word, 
The  mysteries  dispensed  and  God  adored ! 
Thus  thrice  one  hundred  years,  until  at  last 
The  angry  cloud  in  wasted  fury  passed. 
The  cruel  tyrants  withered  from  the  earth ; 
The  Church  arose  triumphant  to  new  birth. 
Sweet  peace  smiled  down  upon  the  fold  once  more, 


SO 


Sn'.Tt?/  Truth  was  spread  from  shore  to  shore 
On  and  still  onward  till  the  nations  all  ' 

Ubedient  bow  d  responsive  to  the  call. 
ToThit  f^'  Western  Isles*  that  stud  the  deep, 
To  where  the  Ganges'  orient  torrents  sweep 
Aroused  from  Paganism's  dreary  night, 

Anon°L'.l  H        ^  and  beamed  with  Christian  light- 
Anon  foul  Heresy  raised  its  venomed  head 
But  crushed  at  once  it  only  served  to  shed 
A  bnehter  glory  on  its  conquering  toe 
R,?,  1,,  t  ^'/"'"•'"od  one  more  fatal  blow, 
gut  hark  a  fearful  tempest  belching  forth 

vlT"„°''[ !:  '  "*??*''  "•""'"ains  of  the  North,  t 
Faint  y  at  first  with  low  and  rumbling  growl, 

n'r  fh    h'\"'  ,""'!?''"''"K  °'  '"-ne  hideous  ghoul, 
Or  the  dark  cloud,  with  dimly  outlined  form. 
That  warns  the  mariner  of  the  coming  storm 
Gathering  m  fury  st  it  rolls  along 
A  seething  mass  of  wild  Bo.  larim  throng' 

nl^'^'Z^'!;?''  r'-"'  ^""^  irnpc.  .ous  roar 
On  Italy  s  fertile  plains,  and  sweeping  o'er 
Her  smiling  valleys,  searing  every  fi'ace 
Of  life  and  vendure  from  her  beauteous  face 
And  rolhng  on  till  spent  at  length  it  falls,    ' 
In  futile  rage  'gainst  Rome's  pelasgic  walls- 

Stem  hour  of  trial  thro'  that  dreary  age 
The  sombre  night  which  clouds  fair  History's  nam 
Ou'tr^';  .t  ?"'''■  ^i^-^Phant  still  lived  on  '^  ^■ 
Outrode  the  storm  and  with  new  glory  shone; 
For  scarce  the  turgid  stream  rolls  furious  past 
Destroying  all  like  pestilential  blast, 
rhe  hermit  issuing  from  his  mounuin  cell 
Intrepid  views  the  vast  receding  swell 
And  like  the  wrecker  on  the  ocean  veree 
Awaits  to  grasp  from  the  engulping  surge 
The  shattered  fragments  of  the  world's  lost  lore 
t  He  ruined  barque  of  science  to  restore  1 

And  by  the  flickering  of  the  midnight  oil. 

In  humble  silence  plies  th'  incessant  toil 

Lollects  the  monuments  of  years  gone  by 

The  relics  of  the  world's  past  history.    '^ 

Sole  link  of  that  great  chain  which  binds  us  fast 

By  long  tradition  to  the  ages  past. 

?V.?  VPJ^  •"'  P™""'  "«  promised  Wor<l. 
Erst  pledged  to  man  by  Truth's  unerring  Lord.t 

<!h,^'II^  "^  '^."m ''  "}'  ™P'°"'  powers  of  Hell 
Shall  not  prevail !"    E'en  now  thSr  dying  yell 


•Britain.    tlnVMion  of  I,.|j,  by  ,h,  G<„h,  „^        j,^,,^   ^^   ^^ 


S' 


Loud  echoes  in  my  ears,*  methinks  I  see 
Their  scattered  hordes  in  wild  confusion  flee ! 
Yes  I  once  again  th'  unseen  but  awful  blow 
Hath  hurled  destruction  on  the  guilty  foe. 
Great  Pius,  monarch  of  Christ's  earthly  realm, 
Beheld  the  storm  which  threatened  to  overwhelm 
His  Pontiff  throne,  uprising  from  afar. 
Nor  trusts  the  murd'rous  tools  of  bloody  war. 
But  in  that  God  of  strength  alone  confides 
Who  o'er  the  myriad  seraph  hosts  presides! 
And  far  on  high  th'  angelic  choirs  upraise 
A  joyful  song  of  victory  and  praise. 
Join  too,  ye  earthly  choirs,  exulting  sing, 
Yet  one  more  triumph  of  our  Pontiff  Kinj; ; 
One  ray  of  glory ;  one  more  brilliant  gem. 
Now  sparkles  on  his  mitred  diadem! 
Hail,  saintly  Pius ;  hail  him,  far  and  wide, 
Our  Church's  glory,  and  our  age's  pride! 
Once  more,  that  Church, — behold,  ye  distant  lands, 
Tsn;HPHANT,  Glorious,  Uhshaken  Stands! 


*In  alliilion  to  the  defeat  of  the  Garibaldiui  invaders  (Oct.,  1867) 
the  Papal  Zouaves  at  Mentana. 


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i^onnets 


SONNET    I. 
IN   MEMORIAM. 

SISTER  MARV  AGNES  KITCIIIN. 

Died  Dec.  1st,  1878,  Aged  36  Years. 
R.    I.    P. 

A  bright-eyed  child ;  fresh  as  a  mountain  flower  ;— 
Sweet  innocence  nestled  in  her  girlish  breast— 
A  pure  young  virgin,  modest,  calm,  heaven-blest. 
Virtue's  white  lily  made  her  heart  it's  bower- 
Budding  to  womanhood,  every  passing  hour 
Drew  her  more  heavenward.    Each  first  thought  and  best, 
Soul,  body,  heart,  love  all  that  she  posses'd. 
Given  to  God — Religion's  noble  dower ! 


The  silent  cloister !    Oh  how  short  the  years ! 
Too  much  of  happiness,  too  little  grief 
For  Calv'ry's  Spouse— God  hei.rd  the  nnbreathed  sigh ! 
And  sent  the  bitter  cross*,  great  joy !— sweet  tears— 

'Tis  passed  :  A  life  so  beautiful,  so  brief, 

A  new  voice  joins  the  angels'  songs  on  high. 

*Shc  died  of  a  most  painful  cancer. 
53 


SONNET    II. 
IN   MEMORIAM. 

SISTER  UARY  PHILOMENA  CORRIDAN. 

Ditd  Feb.  14th,  1879,  Aged  21  Years. 
R.    I.    P. 

We  made  her  cold  grave  'neath  th  spotless  snow ; 

The  feath'ry  fronds,  like  angels'  winglets  fall, 

And  gently  fluttering,  weave  a  silv'ry  pall 
Meet  for  a  young  heart,  in  it's  virgin  glow 
Weep  not  dear  distant  friends*  when  you  shall  know, 

How  soon  she  had  to  hear  the  trumpet  call 

How  soon  to  render  up  to  God  that  ALL, 
Vowed  at  the  .\ltar  ihree  short  months  ago ! 

Tho'  far  from  her  Green  Isle  now  cold  she  lies ; 
And,  for  the  Tthamrock,  snowflakes  >iss  her  bier, 
Calm  will  she  rest;  and  friends  around  will   pray. 
With  love  as  warm,  as  e'en  'neath  Erin's  skies ; 
And  hearts  will  guard  her  grave  with  sign  and  tear. — 
Peace,  then,  and  hope,  you'll  meet  her  on — TH.\T  DAY. 


*She  came  from  Irclsnd  to  Newfoundland,  leavinc  home  and  fncttds 
bckind. 

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SONNET    III. 
THE   SILVER   THAW.* 
Written  April,  1879^ 

At  times  the  Frost-King  April',  showers  invades, 
Gath'ring  the  falling  drops  in  crystal  groups. 
And  every  branch  a  silv'ry  prism  droops. 

Splitting  the  Sun's  light  in  a  thousand  shades; 

And  o'er  the  meadows,  and  adown  the  glades 
Each  stalk  and  twig  ice-coated  graceful  stoops, 
Like  mail-clad  hordes  of  Liliputian  troops 
Clashing  and   sparkling  with   their   mimic  blades. 

Bright  wondrous  vision!  dazzling  to  the  eye! 
Alas!  like  fairy  fabric,  all  too  soon 
Thy  glist'ning  splendor  vanishes  from  view : 
For,  ere  hot  Phoebus,  coursing  thro  the  sky. 
Hath  spanned  one-half  hi,  race  to  vernal  noon. 
The  icy  pageant  melts  to  trickling  dew. 


Sprin,  ,ho«M  are  fr„z.„  i„  .'fc.  ,Tof  hnti.        '  '"  """"^  "'""  "" 
55 


SONETTO  IV. 

Written  Originally  in  Italian. 

A  LEONE  PAPA  XIII. 

Ristoratore  indefesso  della  Filosofia  e  Teologia  Cristiana. 
A  Te,  ch'  in  trono  assiso  «ei  di  Piero, 
Nobil  rampollo  dello  PECCI*  stemma. 
Degno  d'omar  il  triplo  diadema. — 
Di  che  I'avita  Stella,  a  raggio  altiero 
Brill'  ognor,  nel  suo  azzur  sentiero, 
E  scintillando  qual  lucente  gemma 
Indora  '1  cedro  augustof — atto  emblema 
Di  cui  al  tetro  Enor  si  fa  guerricro ! 

"Lume  ne'  ciel" — dal  Santo  Iriandese  t 

Ne'  tempi  or  trascorsi  pronunziato: 

Sovra  tua  penna  pars!  svolazzare 

L'agnol'  della  scuole**  all'  ali  stese; — 

La  voce  sentesi  del  AQUINATO 

Di  nitovo  il  mondo  intiero  cattivare ! 


•Nome  di  (amighi  di  Leone  Xin.    ,     .      ,,  „     ■       ■  u. 

tAllusivo  alle  arme  del  Pecci,  cm  i— Az.  Una  Stella  m  cima  or,  che 
getta  i  raggj  su  dun  cedro  pr.  traversato  da  una  banda  ar.  con  due— 
FLBURS  DE  US,  in  fondo ;  del  ultimo. 

ISan  Malachia— Swondo  la  profezia  yolearmente  attnbuita  a  questo 
santo,  Leone  XIII,  viene  denominato  "LUMEN  IN  COELO. 

"San  Tommaso  d' Aquino,  detto  "L'ANGELICO  DOTTORE  ovvero 
"L'ANGELO  delle  SCUOLE." 

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SONNET    V. 
(Tnuislation  of  the  Foregoing,  to  Pope  Leo  XIII.) 

.NDEFATICABLE  «EST0RER  OK  CHKISIMN  PHILOSOPHY 
AND  THIOLOGY. 

HaiJ  thou  I  on  Peter',  Chair  enthron-ed  Pope, 
Thou  noble  scion  of  the  PECCI'  stem  I 
Worthy  to  grace  the  triple  Diadem.— 
Thou,  whose  ancestral  sUr,  with  ray  of  hope. 
Gleams  bright  within  it's  azure  horoscope; 
Sparkling  with  splendor  as  pellucid  gem, 
Tints  the  tall  cedar  with  a  golden  hemf. 
Emblem  of  one  who  with  dark  Sin  must  cope. 

Thou  art  the  very  'Xight  from  Heaven"  of  yore 
By  Erin's  Sainted  Malachy  foretoId,:t 
For  o'er  thy  haloed  brow  with  wings  unfurled 
The  "Angel  of  the  Schools,"  is  seen  to  soar 
Tipping  thy  pen  with  ray  of  molten  gold,— 
Once  more  AQUINAS'  vo,ce  inthrall,  the  world  I 


•The  family  name  of  Pope  Uo  XIII 

Ar.  with  two  fleura-de-li,  i„  l^^rol  ?hria«  '  """'  ''''  ^  *""""  '"  '«" 
i,  dSyj  '^^!',lt'-ff^y{;Z^.?'"y  "'^''""''  "'  «■■'  Sa,n,,  Leo  XII, 
.he  Seh^.I'-'"""  ''''"'""  "««"  "Th.  Angelic  Doctor"  or  ,he  "Anpl  of 

5? 


PETRARCH'S   SONNET  XXXIV. 

IN   JIORTE  Dl  LAURA. 

Lev&mmi  il  mio  pensiero  in  parte  ov'era 
Quella  ch'io  cerco,  e  non  ritrovo  in  terra. 
Ivi  fra  lor  che'l  terio  cerchio  serra, 
L»  rividi  piu  bella,  e  meno  altera. 
Per  man  mi  presc  e  disse:— "In  questa  spcra 
Sarai  ancor  meco;  se'l  desir  non  crra. 
I'son  colei  che  ti  die  tanta  giterra. 
E  compie  mia  giomata  inanzi  sera : 
Mio  ben  non  cape  in  intellett^  umano.  (} 

Te  solo  aspetto,  e  quel  che  tanto  amasti, 
E  laggiuso  e  rimaso,  il  mio  bel  velo" — 
Deh  I  perche  taque,  ed  allargo  la  mano?— 
Ch'al  suon  de'detti  si  pietosi  e  casti. 
Poco  manco  ch'io  non  rimasi  in  cielo ! 


58 


SONNET    VII. 
Original  Translation  of  the  Foregoing. 

My  thought  upraised  me  to  that  region,  where 
Dwells  she,  on  earth  I  seek  and  can  not  find. 
■Mong  those  whom  Heaven's  third  circle  holds  confined. 

Less  haughty  and  more  bright  I  saw  her  there. 

She  took  my  hand  and  said,-"Within  this  sphere 

Thou'lt  be  with  me;  unless  my  hope  be  blind, 
I'm  she  who  gave  thee  so  much  pain  of  mind. 

And  closed  my  day  before  it's  eve  drew  near. 

My  joy  no  human  mind  can  understand, 
I  wait  but  thee,  and  what  thy  fond  love  graced 
My  sweet,  but  mortal,  veil,  below  there  laid"- 
Why  ceased  she  thus?-and  why  released  my  hand? 
At  sound  of  words  so  tender  and  so  chaste, 
Tt  little  lacked  but  I  in  Heaven  had  staid! 


59 


SONNET  \  1. 

SPRING. 

(Written  in  1881.) 

"SOLVITUH  ACRis  H1E.4S."— Horace,  Ode  IV.,  Book  I. 

See  from  his  deep  cloud-curtained  couch  arise, 
The  drowsy  Sun,  and  with  a  feeble  ray. 
Peep  o'er  the  hill-tops  on  the  morning  gray  1— 

Now  sailing  upwards  thro  the  eastern  skies. 

Before  his  strengthening  glow  the  cloud-mist  flies 
Showing  the  bright  scene  of  the  opening  day  ;— 
All  Nature  seems  with  buoyant  rapture  gay, 

And  SPRING  at  length,  cold  Winter's  power  defies. 

The  torrents  shouting  down  the  mountain  sides. 
Exultant  in  their  liberated  floods ; 
So  long  by  Winter's  icy  fetters  bound. 
Rush  joyful  towards  the  vale,  in  giant  strides : 
The  birds  make  answer,  from  a  thousand  wood* 
Spring's  echoing  laughter  shakes  the  hills  aroun-" ' 


«0 


SONNET    VUl. 

WAITING. 

(Pencilled  in  a  Scrapbook.) 

Sept.  24,  1883. 

A  moment  passed  is  lost  for  aye  and  gone :— it 
Ne'er  can  be  recalled  thro'out  all  time: 
So  even  if  I  make  a  little  rhyme;— 
^.waiting  while  you're  putliiig  your  bonnet, 
The  world  will  be  enriched  by  one  more  sonnet. 
And  tho  it  be  not  altogether  prime; 
Nor  even  worth  (perhaps  you'll  say)  a  dime; 
Some  reader  yet  may  find  a  virtue  on  it. 

Thus  while  awaiting  for  juur  coming  down, 
Lest  I  may  lose  a  precious  minute  here, 
I  take  my  pencil  to  jot  down  this  strain. 
It  may,  perchance  dispell  a  gathering  frown, 
Or  cast  a  ray  of  sunshine  on  a  tear.— 
Then  sure  the  moment  were  not  spent  in  vain. 


L 


6t 


SONNICT    IX. 

To  a  Rom  plucked  at  St.  Agnn'  on  the  Via  N'omentana  ouliidc 

the  walls  of  Rome. 

February,  1883. 

Sweet  Aower !  what  fancies  fill  my  throbbini;  frame, 
As  on  thy  crinison-pctaled  form  I  ffazc! 
Bright  mem'ry  wings  me  back  to  those  far  days 

When  AGNES,  child-saint,  hither  frequent  came: 

Those  budding  twigs  her  gentle  nursing  claim 

She  plucks  thy  fellow  from  those  selfsame  sprays, — 
Thy  deep-dyed  leaf  her  martyr  fate  portrays, 

As  tho  beholding,  thou  didst  blush  for  shame  I 

Yea !  tho'  old  Nomcntanas  Hags  have  borne. 
Thro  sixteen  cycles,  rolling  to  the  tomb, 
A  whole  world's  Hist'ry, — clatter  of  arm-ed  men. 
And  clang  of  hoof  and  war-car, — yet  unshorn 
Of  thy  green  life ;  still  dost  thou  bud  and  bloom, 
And  thro  all  years  wilt  bud  and  bloom  again  I 


63 


SOWKT    X. 


URIGIJS.* 
July,  1884. 

Ai  mid  the  deitrt  und,  with  weary  t\ 

The  famished  trav'Ier  leans  the  burnintr  1  Ian  . 

And  onwards  faintly  ,\ngs  his  drooping  train. 
Seeking  some  rippling  fonntain  to  descry.— 
Or  longing  turns  his  glance  to  eastern  sky, 

In  hopes  of  cloudlet,  boding  instant  rain ; 

To  cool  his  parching  lips,  but  all  in  vain. 
No  moisture  deigns  his  craving  wants  supply. 

Oh  joy !— behold  on  yon  horizon  far, 
Gleaming  like  em'rald  set  in  sapphire  blue, 
Or  like  the  gohlen  sheen  of  evening  star, 
A  blooming  oasis  strikes  on  his  view  I 
Filling  his  soul     ith  unexpcitccl  glee, 
Such,  Beauteous  Brigus,  my  first  thoughts  of  thee. 


poXirs!;:  ^'fe^:^  ■;■  Lr^Js=„r  "■"" »'  '-'- 


6i 


I  '' 


SONNET    XII. 


SAN  TOMASO  DAQUINO. 

CHIAMATO  'L-ANGELICO  DOTTORE." 

(Written  Originally  in  Italian,  1885.) 

Un  Agnol',  chiaro  dal  fulgor  Divino, 
Svolando,  penetra  la  nube  folta 
Che  da  tant" anni  avea  la  terra  involta : 
Si  ferma  in  mezzo  al  ratto  suo  cammino 
Sovra  I'ameno  colic  del  CASSINO* 
Laggiii  ncl  cliiostro,  con  sembianza  accolta. 
E  vista  alia  Croce  tutta  attolte, 
Scorge  Toniaso,  in  preghier'  inchino. 

Presto  dal  1'  ala  dispenna  una  piuma 
Che  qual  saetta  scaglia  nel  profondo. 
E  cade  al  pie  del  Santo.*  Sua  chiarezza 
L'addesta,  e  la  cella  tutta  illuma.— 

L'afferra  in  man'  per  penna,  c  da  al  mondo, 
Delia  sua  SUMMAf.  la  divin  sagezza. 


~  <I1  Monast.ro  di  Monte  Cassino,  ov»  San  Tomaso  passo  i  primi  anni 
dd  ".^  N-y^^'^A  THEOLOGICA."  opera  pin  celebre  del  "Angelico 
Dottore." 

64 


SONNET  XIII. 

ST.  THOMAS. 

(Called  the  Angelic  Doctor.) 

Original  Translation  of  Foregoing. 

An  Angel  gleaming,  from  God's  very  sight, 
Like  meteor  flashing  thro  the  voids  of  space 
Rends  the  dark  cloud  that  veils  the  earth's  fair  face. 

Pausing  erewhile  upon  his  onward  flight, 

Above  Cassino's*  olive-mantled  heighl, 
He  saw  a  monk  kneeUng  in  cloistered  place. 
Turned  towards  the  Crucifix,  pure  fount  of  grace. 

With  yearning  gaze  beseech  some  ray  of  light. 

Lo!  quickly  fluttering  thro  the  downward  sky, 
A  pinion  plucked  from  out  his  wing  there  came. 
And  dropped  with  radiant  beam  upon  the  floor; 
The  saint  aroused  from  his  deep  reverie. 
Seized  the  bright  plume,  and  from  it's  point  of  flame 
Gave  to  the  world  the  "SUMMA'S"t  heaven-bom  lore. 


*The  Monastery  of  Monte  Cassino.  near  Naples,  where  St.  Thomas 
passed  his  early  days. 

tThe  "Summa  Theologica."  the  greatest  work  of  the  "Angelic  Doctor." 


6S 


SONNET    XI. 

TO  AN  ICEBERG.* 
February,  1883. 

Hail  thou  great  freak  of  Nature's  mighty  hand  I 
Thou  crystal  wonder  of  the  frozen  pole, 
Who  o'er  the  bosom  of  the  deep  dost  roll 

In  frigid  majesty — so  cold,  so  grand ! 

Nurtured  among  the  fjords  of  far  north  land ; 
Fantastic  formed,  like  giant's  funeral  mole. 
Slow  gliding  onwards  towards  thy  southern  goal, — 

Can  man's  frail  work  thy  wondrous  power  withstand? 

Nay!  e'en  "AURANIA,"  like  a  thin;,  of  life, 
Panting  within  her  ribs  of  wroughten  steel. 
Graceful  with  all  her  strength,— and  yet  how  weak 
If  coped  with  thee!  great  thing,  in  mortal  strife. 
How,  like  a  toy,  before  thy  shock  she'd  reel!— 
Think  ye,  her  living  freight,  and  bow  ye  meek. 


I 


♦Seen  in  the  Atlantic  Ocean  in  Lat.  44°  N..  Long.  45  W.  from  on 
iKiard  the  Cunard  Liner  "AURANIA,"  bound  from  Liverpool  to  New  York. 
Written  and  printed  in  the  newspaper  published  on  board  during  the  voyage. 

66 


SONNET   XIV. 

TO  LONGFELLOW. 

^W^itten  for  the  "Acadian  .-Kutograph  Album,"  December,  1886.) 

Immoilal  Bard  of  sweet  Evangeline, 

Tliou  who  hast  given  to  never  ending  fame 
The  brave  old  Bazil  and  young  Gabriel's  name. 

Oh!  would  that  thou  our  own  broa<l  vales  had'st  seen 

Bright  as  e'en  Acadie  in  summer's  sheen ; 

For  surely  they  thy  favoring  muse  might  claim. 
To  shrine  them  in  thy  verse's  lasting  frame ; 

And  CODROV*  had  an  other  GRAND  PRE  been ! 

Yes,  thou,  with  cunning  art  of  pijLl's  lore, 

Could'st  people  these  vast  wastes  with  joys  and  tears. 
And  make  them  live,  by  thy  creative  hand,— 
But  thou  art  gone,  thy  versing  days  are  o'er, 

-And  we  must  wait  thro'nut  the  coming  vears. 
Another  I.GNfiFELLOW  to  sing  our  land. 


•A  btauliflll  valley  on  the  west  side  of  Newfoundland. 
67 


PETRARCH'S  SONNET,  CLXXIII. 
Al  Fiume  Rodano. 

Rapido  flume  I  che  D'Alpestre  vena, 

Rodendo  intomo,  onde'l  nome  prendi, 
Notte  e  di  meco  desioso  scendi, 

Ov'  amor  me,  te  sol  Natura  mena ; — 

Vattene  innanzi,  il  tuo  corso  non  frena, 

Ne  stanchezza,  ne  sonno ;  e  pria  che  rendi 
Suo  dritto  al  Mar,  fiso  u'si  mostri,  attend! 

L'erba  piii  verde,  e  I'aria  piu  serena : 

Ivi  e  quel  nostro  e  dolce  Sole, 

Ch'adorna  e'nfiora  la  tua  riva  manca 

Forse  (Oh  che  sperol)  il  mio  tardar  le  dole, 
Biaciale'l  piede,  o  la  man  bella  e  bianca ! 
Dille  i]  baciar  sia  'n  vece  di  parole, — 

Lo  Spirto  e  pronto,  ma  la  came  e  stanca ! 


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SONNET    XVI. 

TO  THE  RIVER  RHONE. 

(Original  Translation  of  the  Foregoing,  iSWi.) 

O  rapid  stream,  which  down  from  Alpine  gorge. 
Eating  thy  tortuous  way,— and  hence  thy  name,  • 
Descendcst  headlong;  night  and  day  the  same. 

Me  love,  thee,  only  Nature's  law  doth  urge  :— 

Flow  on !    Nor  toil  nor  sleep  can  check  thy  surge  :— 
Yet  sUy !  ere  Ocean  shall  his  tribute  claim. 
Where  thou  shall  see,  now  soothed  to  gentler  frame, 

Grass  greener :  air  more  clear  upon  thy  verge  :— 

THERE  is  that  sweet  and  loving  Sun  of  mine. 

Who  thy  left  bank  adorns ;— with  flowers  doth  grace. 
Perhaps  (Oh  would  it  were!)  iny  stay  she  weeps, 
Kiss  me  her  foot :  her  hand  so  white,  so  fine. 

Tell  her  that  kiss  of  words  must  take  the  place,— 
My  soul  flies  on,  the  sluggish  clay  but  creeps! 


,1.    T   .'?'  ^"a'  "J""'  "  ""«■  '"  ""''"'  "  RodMO,  a  word  derived  from 

,t'  ^^'."  •"''."'■    '1  "'  "•^""'  "  "^""i"*  down  with  ,r„"or«  from 
the  Alps  ,1  eats,  as  it  were,  it's  way  onward  through  the  "and 

6g 


SONNET   XV. 

(At  thf  Grave  of  Monsignor  Sears,  in  Lochaber  Cemetery.  .\.  S.) 
Oct.  10,  iic5. 

A  little  mound,  heaped  up,  of  dun  green  mould, 
Hard  by  tlie  lake-side  chapel,  'mong  the  dead  : 
Where  autumn  maples,  sadly  drooping,  shed 

In  amber  showers  their  tears  of  crimson  gold  :— 

Is  this  thy  grave  ?— And  do  I  here  behold 
VVIiere  calmly  rests  that  venerable  head, 
Thro'  which  in  life  a  thousand  projects  sped? 

That  spirit,  tranquil  now,  but  erst  so  bold ! 

Ah.  yes !  no  more  thou'lt  face  the  Ocean's  might. 
To  soothe  the  dying  sinner's  soul : — no  more 

To  bring  relief  thou'lt  scale  the  mountain's  height.' 
Thou  restest  now  by  lov'd  Lochabcr's  shore : 

Thy  work  is  done.    Thou'st  bravely  fought  the  light. 
Then  sleep  thou  on,  goml.  noble  Monsignor. 


•Monsignor  Scars  l.ilioured  alone  on  tl,e  wild  wc«  coast  of  New. 
foundUnd  Tor  «v«it«n  years  before  the  d.iys  of  ralwayr  and  mail 
TZM-n^l-Z!"'  "'""  "'■"  '"""""''""  »n',now-shoer?r  over  w?te' 

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SONNET    XVII. 

To  a  School  Teacher. 
(Written  at  Port  at,x  Ports,  Bay  St.  George.  ,889.) 

Gods  self  is  knowledge,  and  the  Soul  of  Man 
Is  but  a  spark  of  that  Eternal  Fire:— 
Each  glow  of  new  CogniH™  we  acquire. 
Kindling  the  mind,-si„ce  erst  our  life  be|rw,, 
Its  sphere  enlarging,  widening  its  span:- 
Each  noble  thought :  each  virtuous  desire. 
E'er  wafts  it  upwards,  bringing  it  yet  nigher 

Its  destined  place  in  the  Creator's  plan. 
Since  this  is  so,  then  what  a  noble  part, 

A  Heavenly  task,  has  He  assigned  to  thee. 
To  help  Him  in  His  infinite  Design  :— 
To  plant  the  fecund  seedling  in  the  heart. 

That  shall  shoot  forth  into  the  Knowledge  tree. 
Such  is  thy  work ;  such  glorious  duty  thine ! 


7' 


SONNET  XVIII. 

To  Cap*  Smoky  (Cap  Enfum^).* 

(Written  on  bo«rd  the  Str    H.  .aw,  July  i8,  1889.) 

Hail  Grim  old  Hill !  Around  thy  g^rizzled  brow, 
Thy  smoky  cap  still  wreathes  its  fleecy  fold, 
As,  when,  four  cycles  since,  the  Breton  bold. 

Turning  to  "Westward  Ho!"  his  daring  prow, 

Gazed,  wond'ring,  on  thy  cloud-wrapped  head,— so  thou. 
Unchanged  dost  stand, — nor  seemcst  to  grow  old ! 
Or  in  thy  age  perennial  Youth  dost  hold  ;— 

Stern  in  thy  solemn  grandeur  then  as  now. 

Let  no  unworthy  pride  our  bosoms  swell 
In  triumph  of  our  age,  as  safe  we  glide 

In  Ocean-palace ; — Think  of  those  who  came 
Those  brave  old  souls,  in  clumsy  caravel. 

Th'  uncertain  Astrolabe  their  only  guide  « 

O'er  unmapped  seas ! — All  honor  to  their  name  I 


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SONNET  XIX. 

On  the  Centenary  of  the  American  Chureh. 
(Written  at  Baltimore.  Nov.  lo,  ,889.) 

Oh  Spirit  of  the  faithful  Baltimore! 

Beholdest  thou  from  thy  high  throne  to-day, 
The  mighty  City  which  encrowns  the  Bay, 

Where  ,hou  didst  plant  the  Cross  upon  the  shore; 

The  pregnant  prayer  of  Faith  didst  fervent  pour 
Into  a  virgin  world's  receptive  clay, 
And  send  its  roots  life-freighted,  far  a^vay, 

Een  .0  the  Wondrous  Wesf.,  fair  golden  door? 

Now  ha«  a  hu«tre,l  vears  rolled  o'er  the  land 

Thm  quickening  cycles    What  dost  thou  behold  ? 
A  Nation  pinnacled  with  sacred  Domes,- 
Sky-piercing  Spires,  that  speak  of  Fai.h.-and  stand 
The  phalanx  of  a  Church,  like  giant  bold. 

Full  of  young  strength,  that  conquers  hearts  and  Homes  I 


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SONNET.' 

Adieu  aux  Francis  rctournant  de  la  Nouvelle  France  en  la  France 

Gauloise. 

A.  M.  de  Poutrincourt. 

Scipion,  ennuye  de  la  trompeuse  vie 

D'un  Siecle  corrompu,  passa  de  ses  vieux  ans 
Le  chagrin  au  deduit  des  jardins  et  des  champs, 

Dedaignant  les  douceurs  d'unc  ingrate  Patrie. 

Ton  ame,  Poutrincourt,  d'injustice  ennemie. 

En  nos  moeurs  corrompus  ne  prend  nul  passetempts ; 
Et,  comme  Scipion,  tu  cherches  des  longtemps 

Un  sejour  d'innocence,  eloigne  de  I'envie. 
Mais  en  ce  point  ici  tu  passe  Scipion : 

C'est  que,  fuyant  si  loin  des  hommcs  la  malice 
Non  seulement,  tu  sers  a  la  religion ; 
Mais  tu  t'acquiers  encore  un  rcn-.m  glorieux: — 
Et  I'autre,  s'ecartant  loin  de  ses  envieux, 

Se  contenta  d'avoir  aux  pieds  foule  le  vice. 


♦Written    by    M.    Marc    l^scarbot,    at    Por*    Royal,    en    the    24th    of 
August,  1606. 

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SONNET  XXI. 

M.  Marc  Lescarbot  to  M.  Dc  Poutrincourt. 

(Original  Translation  of  the  Forfgoing.) 

Jan.  22,  1893. 

A-weary  of  the  worlds  deceptive  ways 

Great  Scipio  passed  his  life's  declining  hours 
Mid  peaceful  fields,  and  gardens  of  sweet  flowers 

Despising  an  ungrateful  Country's  praise.- 

So,  Poutrincourt,  thy  soul's  more  lofty  gaze, 
No  pleasure  finds  in  such  dull  joys  as  ours, 
Like  him,  thou  seekest  some  sequestered  bowers 

Removed  from  strife,  to  spend  thy  evening  days. 

But  e'en  great  Scipio  is  by  these  outdone,— 

Content  to  hide  from  envious  mortals'  sight. 

And  crush  beneath  his  feet  all  vice  and  shame, 
While  thou,  not  only  dost  sin's  pathway  shun, 
But  shin'st  a  beacon  of  Religion  bright. 

And  gain'st  before  the  world  a  glorious  name! 


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SONNET  XX. 

BLARNEY  CASTLE. 

(Written  on  visiting  Blarney  for  the  first  time,  Aug.  i8,  1890.) 

Oft  in  my  childhood's  days,  in  glowing  thought 
I've  pictured, — Blarney, — thy  old  ruined  keep. 
Thy  quoins  and  battlements ;  thy  dungeon  deep : — 

Thy  bastioned  turrets,  with  strange  cunning  wrought, — 

And  that  famed  stone,  with  pleasant  mem'ries  fraught. 
That  hangs  suspended  o'er  the  yawning  steep. — 
My  youthful  fancy  in  her  day-dream's  sleep 

As  yet  uncloyed,  such  lightsome  visions  taught. 

And  now  in  very  truth,  I  see  thy  walls 

Rise  sad  and  silent  in  their  sere  old  age. 

With  ivied  tresses  wreathed  around  thy  brow ! 
I  scale  thy  toilsome  stairs ; — thy  roofless  halls 

Wond'ring  explore ;— retrace  past  Hist'ry's  page. 
And  fill  with  life  those  cells,  long  silent  now. 


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SONN2T  XXII. 

NIAGARA   IN   WINTER. 
(Written  at  Niagara  Falls,  Feb.  ii,  1893.) 

I  stood  upon  the  ice-cone's  glittering  mound 

Which  winter's  hand  had  fashioned  from  thy  spray ; 

Built  up  defiant  of  thy  headlong  way : — 
High  from  above,  with  stupifying  bound 
Came  the  great  flood ;— I  felt,  not  heard,  the  sound 

Deep  thrilling  thro'  my  soul,  I  dared  not  stay. 

The  quivering  mass  meseemed  to  heave  and  sway 
Threat'ning  t'  engulph  me  in  th'  abyss  profound. 

I  went  beneath  the  cliff,  and  'mazing  stood : 

Nature's  great  Minster !— here  the  deafening  din 
Is  stilled, — huge  shafts  of  icy  stalactite 
Uphold  the  lofty  arch  of  frost-bound  flood  :— 
Or  from  without  surveyed,  or  from  within, 

Man,  awe-struck,  owns  Goits  all-creative  might. 


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SONNET  XXIII. 

GRAND  LAKE.    THREE  SONNETS. 

Dec.  7,  1895. 

1st.    The  Past. 

A  gleam  of  silver,  through  the  russet  screen 
Of  mantling  firs ; — See  suddenly  expand, 
Before  the  view,  majesticalh      and, 
Our  mighty  inland  sea ! — The  opal  sheen 
Of  far  off  reaches,  pales  to  sapphire  green 
'Neath  dying  sun-rays — and  the  pihk-gold  strand. 
Melts  into  azure  in  the  distant  land — 
Hail  thou,  of  all  our  lakes  the  Noble  Queen  I 

Unawed  by  whiteman's  slaughter-dealing  stroke 

In  lordly  pride  the  graceful  Cariboo 

Roams  peacefully  along  thy  placid  marge. 

From  out  the  neighboring  drook  the  wigwam's  smoke 

Curls  upwards — while  athwart  thy  bosom  blue 

The  proud  Beothuc  spurs  his  fragile  barge. 


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SONNET  XXIV. 

GRAND  LAKE. 
2nd.    The  Present. 

What  change !— adown  the  hill,  athwart  the  dale 
Creeps  the  long  iron  track  like  gleaming  snake, 
Spanning  with  headlong  rush,  brook,  river,  lake. 
The  throbbing  engine,  with  its  crashing  tr"'i. 
Sweeps  o'er  the  landscape, — While  its  mou        i  wail, 
And  shriek  heart-piercing  cause  the  hills  to  quake 
And  strike  with  dread,  the  dwellers  oi  the  brake, 
Which  scattered  flee,  in  terror  through  the  vale.* 

Where  once  the  antlered  deer  unnumbered  stood — 
Southward  migrating, — stemmed  the  turgid  tide, 
Great  granite  piers  divide  the  rushing  flood 
And  forge-wrought  girders,  with  gigantic  stride 
Graceful  yet  strong,  the  far  stretched  waters  span.f 
Triumph  of  genius  mighty  work  of  man ! 


•The  deer  are  very  much  terrified  at  the  train.  When,  migrating 
southward,  they  come  to  the  track,  they  hesitate,  look  around  in  alarm, 
approach  timidly,  scent  it,  then  p.iw  it  carefully.  Finally  taking  flight,  ihey 
gallop  for  miles  along  the  track,  not  daring  to  cross  it. 

tThe  place  where  the  railway  bridge  crosses  the  Junction  Brook  was 
the  favorite  crossing  place  nf  the  Cariboo. 


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SONNET   XXV. 

GRAND  LAKE. 
3d.    The  Future. 

The  scene  is  changed  again !    Tall  chimnies  rise 
Belore  us,  belching  reeks  of  mirky  smoke 
Across  the  leaden  sky  -.-with  clanging  croak 
The  mighty  derrick  ever  ceaseless  plies:— 
And  huge  wheels  turning  gaunt  machineries 

Raise  from  the  nether  depths,  the  jet-black  coke. 
Our  country's  wealthy  .lower,  so  long  bespoke: 
Which  bright  shall  shape  our  future  destinies. 

Anon  the  lengthening  train  with  heavy  load. 

Speeds  towards  the  pier ;  where  turret  barges  wait, 
To  hold  the  product  of  the  mine's  rich  vein. 
And  o'er  the  ocean-highway  far  abroad 

To  foreign  marts,  convey  the  precious  freight  :- 
Till  wealth  and  peace  shall  smile  on  us  again. 


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SONNET   XXVI. 

On  the  fantastic  iceberg  (showing  an  lona  Cross)  which 
appeared  oft  the  Narrows  of  St.  John's  in  July,  1898. 

Is  this  the  spirit  of  lona's  Isle, 
Of  holy  Hy-Kolm-Kill,  that  greets  our  sight, 
All  robed  in  spotless  cere-cloth,  dazzling  white  I 
Or  crystal  mirage  of  the  ancient  pile 
With  cloister  nave  and  stately  columned  aisle. 
Once  raised  by  sainted  monks : — now  by  the  might 
Of  great  Atlantic,  borne,  on  pinions  bright 
Across  its  bosom  many  a  thousand  mile ! 

Behold  the  Keltic  Cross  stand  nobly  forth 
Above  the  wave !  with  clear  prismatic  hue 
Wrought  not  by  man,  but  Nature's  cunning  hand. 
Amid  the  glaciers  of  the  frozen  North : — 
Fashioned  so  fair,  so  tant,  so  straight,  so  true 
A  fitting  fane  for  dear  old  Newfoundland. 


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SONNET  XXVn. 
EASTER  MORN. 

MAGDALEN   AT  TUB  SEPULCHRE. 

(March  39th,  1902.) 

"Erat  valde  mane  una  Sabbatorum." 
'Twas  early  morn,  the  first  day  of  the  week 
The  pale-grey  dawn  on  eastward  Olivet 
Began  to  change  to  streaks  of  roseate — 
To  Calvarj-'s  mound  glides  forth  subdued  and  meek 
A  trembling — shrouded  figure ;  strong  yet  weak — 
Strong  in  deep  Love,  unflinching  Faith, — And  yet 
Like  wrestling  torrents  in  that  bosom  met, 
Conflicting  fears,  and  terror's  troublous  wreak. 


She  looks  into  the  tomb, — heart-rending  sight  I 
Tis  cold  and  empty — "Oh  what  have  they  done 
With    my     Beloved"? — Where     placed    His    thorn- 
crowned  head?" — 
Behold!  a  radiance  of  heavenly  light, — 
A  voice  that  speaks  in  sweet  angelic  tone, 
"He  is  risen ;  seek  not  Life  amidst  the  dead." 


SONNET-    XXVIII. 

To  the  Venerable  Archdeacon  O'Neill  on  the  occasion  of  hit 
Sacerdotal  Silver  Jubilee. 

(Accompanied  by  a  (ilver  sickle  with  shtcf  of  corn,  inlaid  with 

pebbles  of  emerald  from  Connamara,  a  work  of  Irish 

art  of  rare  design.) 

(October  j8th,  igoa.) 

Five  Ivstres  in  the  Vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
A  faithful  workmen  thou  hast  ever  been, 
And  fruitful  vintages  hast  gathered  in, 

And  plenteous  harvests  garnered  well,  and  stored ; 

The  guerdon  of  the  soul-enshriving  "Word." 
Yet  may  thy  sickle's  erstwhile  silver  sheen, 
Be  turned  to  gold ;  in  future  years  to  glean. 

Five  lustres  more,  to  swell  thy  bounteous  hoa-d  I 

This  emblem  o.'  a  priestly  life  well  spent, 

Fresh  from  the  old,  and  well  beloved  Land, 
A  specim*  \  of  rarest  Keltic  Art ; 

With  gems  from  Connamara's  mountain's  ren' 
Wrought  by  deft  fingers  of  a  Keltic  hand, 
May  for  its  sake,  be  dearer  to  thy  heart. 


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DEAR  OLD  SOUTH-SIDE  HILL,  1899. 

The  fondest  thoughts  of  childhood's  days 

Twine  round  thef.  dear  old  hill, 
And  as  I  f^azc.  thy  bare,  hieak  braes 

With  love  my  bosom  thrill. 
Of  all  the  hilU  that  stud  earth's  breast 

Ami  foreign  countries  fill, 
I  love  thee  more  than  all  the  rest 

Oh,  dear  old  South-Side  Hill. 

Chorus: 

Oh,  dear  old  Scuth-Side  Hill. 

Old,  ruRged,  scraggy  hill, 
I  look  with  pride  on  thy  sun-brown  side. 

Oh,  dear  old  South-Side  Hill. 

I  love  euch  nook,  each  darkling  drook. 

Each  copse  of  russet  brown  : 
Each  gully,  poud.  and  laughing  brook 

That  tumbles  rattling  down. 
I  love  thee,  bathed  in  summer  sun, 

With  opal  light  aglow, 
Or  robed  in  wintry  garment,  spun 

From  woof  of  silken  snow. 

Chorus  :    Oh,  dear  old,  &c. 


I've  seen  the  hills  that  proudly  stand 
And  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 

In  many  a  bright  and  favored  land 
Far-famed  in  song  and  lore ; 

But  oh,  there's  none  so  dear  as  thou. 
Old,  shaggy,  South-Side  Hill, 

Thy  iron  front  and  beetling  brow 

My  soul  with  rapture  fill. 

Chorus:    Oh,  dear  old,  &c. 


I've  seen  Killarney's  lofty  Recks 

And  noble  Gailtce  Mor, 
Ben  Lomond's  and  B?n  Nevis'a  peaks. 

And  Snowdon's  Glydcr  Fawr ; 
The  lordly  Alps  and  Appenine. 

And  Hcrmon's  sacred  heif^ht, 
But  with  all  their  charms,  there's  none  like  thine 

Can  cheer  my  weary  sight. 

Chorus  :    Oh,  dear  old,  &c. 

Thou  standest  o'er  our  harbor's  mouth, 

Like  sentry  stern  and  hoar, 
Ami  shield's!  iis  from  the  stormy  South 

And  wild  Atlantic's  roar; 
When  breakers  blanch  the  ocean's  crest 
And  surges  dash  thy  side, 
Within  thy  shelt'ring  arms  at  rest 

Our  ships  securely  ride. 

Chorus:    Oh,  dear     ^,  &c. 


THE   FLAG  OF    NEWFOUNDLAND. 
March  33d,  1902. 

The  pink,  the  rose  of  England  sliows, 
The  green  St.  Patrick's  emblem,  bright 
While  in  between,  the  spotless  siieen 
Of  Andrew's  Cross,  displays  the  wliite. 
Then  hail ;  the  pink,  the  white,  the  green, 
Our  patriot  flag!  long  may  it  stand. — 
Our  sirelands  twine,  their  emblems  trine. 
To  form  the  flag  of  Newfoundland  I 

Chorus  :     Fling  out  the  flag,  o'er  creek  and  cragg. 
Pink  white  and  green,  so  fair,  so  grand. 
Long  may  it  sway,  o'er  bight  and  bay, 
Around  the  shores  of  Newfoundland! 

Whate'er  betide,  our  "Oc.an  Bride" 
That  nestles  "midst  Atlantic's  foam 
Still  far  and  wide,  we'll  raise  with  pride 
Our  native  flag,  o'er  hearth  and  home. — 
Should  e'er  the  hand  of  Fate  demand 
Some  future  change  in  our  career ; — 
We  ne'er  will  yicM  : — on  flooKor  field 
The  flag  we  honor  and  revere  I 

Chorus :    Fling  out,  &c. 

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NEW    CENTURY. 
Poem  of  His  Holiness  Pope  Leo  XIII.  to  the  Xezv  Century. 

AN.  CHRISTI  MDCCCC.  PRIDIE  KALENDAS  lANVARIAS  A  JESU  CHRISTO 
INEVNTIS  SAECVLI  AVSPICIA. 

Cultrix  bonarum  nobilis  artitim 
Decedit  aetas ;  publica  commoda, 

Viresque  naturae  retectas, 
Quisquis  avet,  memoret  canendo. 
Saecli  occiJentis  me  vehementius 
Admissa  tangunt ;  haec  doleo  et  fremo 

Pro!  quot,  retrosum  conspicatus, 

Dedecorum  monumenta  cemo. 

Querarne  caedes,  sceptraque  diruta, 
An  pervagantis  monstra  licentiae  ? 
An  dirum  in  arcem  Vaticanam 
Mille  dolis  initum  duellum? 


Quo  cessit  Urbis,  principis  urbium, 
Nullo  impeditum  servido  decus? 
Quam  saecia,  quam  gentes  avitae 
Pontificum  coluere  sedem. 

Vae  segregatis  Numine  legibus ! 
Quae  lex  honesti,  quae  superest  fides? 
Nutant,  semel  subomta  ab  aris, 
Atque  ruunt  labefacta  iura. 

Auditis?  effert  impia  conscius 
Insanientis  grex  sapientiae ; 
Brutaeque  naturae  supremum 
Nititur  asseruisse  numen. 

Nostrae  supernam  gentis  originem 
Fastidit  excors ;  dissociabilem. 
Umbras  inanes  mente  captans, 

Stirpem  hominum  peciidumque  miscct. 

Heu  quam  proboso  gurgite  volvitur 
Vis  impotentis  caeca  superbiae, 
Servate,  mcrtales,  in  omne 
lussa  Dei  metuenda  tempus. 

Qui  vita  solus,  certaque  Veritas, 
Qui  recta  et  una  est  ad  Superos  via. 
Is  reddere  ad  votum  fluentes 
Terrigenis  valet  unus  annos. 

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TRANSLATION  OF  THE  FOREGOING. 
St.  John's,  March  29,  igoi. 


Sing  he  who  lists,  the  Age  that  now  departs ; 

Which  fosters  Science ;  cherisheth  the  Arts ; 
Which  Nature's  secret  forces  doth  reveal, 
And  all  things  bendeth  to  the  common  weal. 

But,  as  the  dying  years  I  backward  scan. 

And  view  the  crimes  and  shameful  deeds  of  man. 

My  heart  deep  touched  these  crying  evils  mourns. 
And  with  indignant  ire  my  bosom  burns. 

Shall  I  complain  of  slaughters — scepters  hurled  ? 

Of  vice  unbridled  stalking  thro'  the  world ; 

Of  direful  war  waged  with  a  thousand  wiles 
Against  e'en  Vatican's  high,  sacred  piles  ? 

Oh  Queen  of  Cities !  who  didst  never  bow, 
Thy  neck  to  yoke  of  servitude, — where  now. 
That  glory,  which  in  by-gone  ages  shone 
Amid  the  Nations,  round  the  Pontiff-throne  I 

Oh  woe !  when  kings  to  faith  and  conscience  blind 

Impose  their  godless  laws  upon  mankind. 
No  longer  Faith  nor  Justice  can  be  found 
And  Altars,  desecrated,  strew  the  ground. 

Hark  ye ;  the  impious  boastings  of  the  crowd, 
Who  with  their  silly  lore  "puffed  up"  and  proud, 
Deny  the  Power  Supreme  of  Nature's  God, 
And  place  instead  Brute  Nature's  inert  clod ! 

Senseless,  they  scorn  the  honor  of  mankind. 
Vain  shadows  grasping  in  their  shallow  mind, 

And  with  the  beasts  that  grovel  on  the  ground 

The  noble  origin  of  man  confound. 

Alas !  how  in  its  vortex,  yawning  wide, 
In  blind  and  powerless  rage,  whirls  human  pride 
Oh  all  ye  people,  scattered  thro'  the  lands 
Keep  well,  thro'-out  all  time  God's  dread  commands. 

He  only,  is  "The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way" 

Direct  to  Heaven : — He  only  can  repay 

To  Mortals  striving  in  "this  vale  of  tears" 
The  vows  and  yearnings  of  the  fleeting  years. 

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Nuper  sacratos  ad  cineres  Petri 
Turbas  piorum  sancta  petentium 
Is  ipse  duxit ;  non  inane 
Auspicium  pietas  renascens. 

lesv,  futuri  temporis  arbiter, 
Surgentis  aevi  cursibus  annue ; 
Virtute  divina  rebelles 
Coge  sequi  meliora  gentes. 

Tu  pacis  almae  semina  provehe ; 
Irae,  tumultus,  ballagua.  tristia 
Tandem  residant:  improbcrum 
In  tenebrosa  age  regna  fraudes. 

Mens  una  reges,  te  duce,  temperet, 
Tuis  ut  instent  legibus  obsequi : 
Sitque  unum  Ovile  et  Pastor  unus, 
Una  Fides  moderetur  orbem. 

Cursum  peregi,  lustraque  bis  novcm, 
Te  dante,  vixi.    Tu  cumulum  adiice; 
Fac,  quaeso,  ne  incassum  precantis 
Vota  tui  recidant  Leonis. 


'Tis  He  who  now  to  Peter's  relic-shrine 
The  throngs  of  holy  pilgrims  doth  incline 

In  prayer  to  visit— pledge  of  opening  morn, 

Of  Faith  reviving: — Piety  reborn. 

Oh  Jesus !  ruler  of  the  flowing  tide 

Of  Future  years.    The  course  serenely  guide 

Of  this  New  Century ;  compel  each  erring  land. 
To  better  paths,  by  Thy  divine  command. 

Oh  cause  to  spring  the  seeds  of  joyful  peace ; 

Let  wars, — dire  angers, — tumults, — quickly  cease. 
The  frauds  of  wicked  men  expos-ed  lay 
And  itnto  realms  of  darkness  drive  away. 

Beneath  Thy  guidance,  let  all  kings  be  led, 
In  Unity  of  thought : — Thy  laws  obeyed. 

Let  all  the  world  within  One  Faith  enrolled 
Be  by  One  Shepherd  ruled,  within  One  Fold. 

I've  run  my  course, — full  eighteen  lustres,— I 
By  Thee  upheld,— Do  Thou  the  Crown  supplv. 
Oh  grant  this  final  grace,  that  on  Thy  ear 
May  not  be  poured  in  vain.  Thy  Leo's  Prayer. 


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LINES 

ON  THE  DEATH  OF  THE  MOST  REV.  TOBIAS  KIRBY, 

ARCHBISHOP  OF  EPHESUS, 

RECTOR  OF  THE  IRISH  COLLEGE,  ROME. 

Latin  by  Rt.  Rev.  Dr.  Mattel,  Bishop  o£  Nepi  and  S^tri. 

Eia  age  sume  lyram :  sparsis  flens  Miisa  capillis 

Lugubres  docto  pollice  carpe  sonos. 
Kirbyus,  heu  dolor,  occubuit !     lam  Kirbyus  ille 

Qui  cars  Hibemae  gloria  g«ntis  erat ! 
Ille  cui  meritis  belle  redemita  coruscis 

Omabat  niveas  vitta  Ephesina  comas : 
Kirbyus  occubuit,  ju-'enum  quos  patria  Romam 

Mittit ;  cui  dudum  credita  cura  fuit. 
Ipse  quasi  natos,  patris  complexus  amore 

Sacrum  perdocL.  mente  docebat  iter, 
Doctrinae  ac  fontes  animos  haurire  ciebat 

Ut  possent  fortes  bella  movere  Dei. 
Quotque  dedit  patriae  divine  robore  fretos 

Qui  modo  propugnant  Religionis  opus ! 
Eia  age  sume  lyram :  sparsis  flens  Musa  capillis 

Lugubres  docto  pollice  oipre  sonos.  ^ 

Heu  quoties  ille  excepit  te  fronte  benigna 

Et  jucunda  tuae  dona  fuere  lyrae! 
Ad  tua  quam  laetum  praebebat  carmina  vultum 

Saepius  ac  fudit  laudis  ab  ore  notas. 
At  nunc  exanguis  pallet  frons  ilia  .screna ! 

Heu  nunc  humani  conticet  oris  honos  I 
Ergo,  age.  sume  lyram :  sparsis  flens  Musa  capillis 

Lugubres  docto  pollice  carpe  sonos, 
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TRANSLATION  OF  THE  FOREGOING. 

Strike  thou,  Melpomene,  thy  doleful  lyre. 
And  with  disordered  tress  and  sad  attire, 

Sing  our  great  Kirby's  death  in  mournful  tones ; 

Kirby,  whom  Ireland  as  her  glory  owns ! 

Whose  snowy  locks,  the  Ephesian  mitre  bouml. 

And  thus  a  long  life's  merits  worthy  crowned. 

Kirby,  whose  care  had  madt  a  loving  home 

For  youths,  whom  Ireland  long  had  sent  to  Rome ; 

Guarded  as  chilmen  with  a  father's  love. 

And  led  their  souls  to  thoughts  of  Home  above. 

Ope'd  Learnings  Founts,  that  they  might  there  assuage 

Their  thirsting  minds,  and  strong  God's  battle  wage. 

How  many  strengthened  thus  he  sent  abroad. 

To  teach  religion — do  the  work  of  God. 

Strike  then,  O  Muse,  thy  lyre  with  mouniful  strain, 

Soothe  with  thy  funeral  dirge  our  hearts'  deep  pain. 
How  oft,  with  joyful  tune  did'st  thou  beguile 
His  serious  hours ;  and  win  his  pleasant  smile. 
How  oft  his  glance  beamed  bright  at  thy  sweet  lays. 
And  from  his  lips  thou  called'st  words  of  praise. 
But,  oh,  that  brow  so  bright,  that  noble  mien. 
Lie  cold  in  death,  pale,  bloodless,  but  serene. 
Then,  strike  thy  Lyre :  Strike  once  O  .Muse  again, 
And  sing  his  dirge  in  thy  most  solemn  strain. 
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OPERETTA 

"THE  GOLDEN  JUBILEE' 


PRESENTATION  NUNS  AT  ST.  JOHN'S 

NEWFOUNDLAND 

PERFORMED  BY  THE  CHILDREN 
OF  THE  SCHOOLS 

On  September  20th 
1883 


It 
I 


Bramatts  ^Mtiar 


Daughters  of  Terranova. 


Spr.tes. 


EUN. 

tusanova. 

avalomia. 

Elnuxi. 

Talila. 

Shananditiii.J 

Rev'd  Mother in  Galway 

Sister  Bernard,  First  Rev'd  Mother  in  Newfoundland. 

Sister  Zavier. 

Sister  Zaveria. 

Sister  Magdalen,  Afterwards  Rev'd  Mother  Jubilarian, 

Seagull.      ^ 

Baccala. 

Iceberg. 

Whitecoat. 

Cariboo. 

OSHUNDA. 

Nora,  Servant  to  the  Nuns. 

Nuns,  Sprites,  Fairies,  School  Children,  etc. 


ACT  I. 

Scene  I. — A  wild  sea-coast  in  Newfoundland.     Time,  1784. 
In  rear  of  stage  Terranova  sits  on  a  rock  in  melancholy  attilud*. 
Enter,  skipping  and  singing.  Seagull.  Iceberg,  Whitecoat,  Bac- 
cala, Cariboo,  Osmunda,  and  number  of  smaller  sprites. 
All  (in  chorus) — 

We  are  a  joyful  fairy  band. 

Bright  and  happy  and  gay ; 
We  scour  the  sea,  and  we  roam  the  land, 
And  we  hold  the  elements  in  our  hand. 

And  we  watch  o'er  night  and  day. 

All  stop  in  their  dance  and  Seagull  comes  to  the  front  and 


stngs. 
Seagull- 


I  am  the  wand'ring  Seagull  sprite 

Of  the  white  and  downy  wing ; 

Around  the  coast  by  day  and  night 

Ever  I  soar  in  endless  flight, 

And  my  loud  sea-dirge  I  sing. 


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All  dancing  round  ting  Iht  lail  two  lints. 
All — Ever  «he  soars,  ttc. 

Baccala  (omts  to  the  front  and  sings. 
Baccala — 

The  noble  Baccala  behold, 

The  Monarch  of  all  the  fish, 
I  dwell  on  the  Banks  so  brave  and  bold, 
But  alas  I  by  cruel  Man  I'm  sold. 

To  make  a  Friday  dish ! 

(All,  as  before] — 

But  alas!  by  cruel  man  he's  sold,  etc. 
[All  dance  round  as  before;  Whiteco.xt  comes  to  front.  | 
Whiiecoat — 

I  am  the  little  Whitecoat  sprite, 

I  live  on  the  cold  ice-floe, 
But  my  furry  coat  is  so  warm  and  white 
When  I  wrap  me  up  on  a  winter's  night 

I  care  not  what  winds  may  blow. 

[All  repeat  as  before;  Cariboo  comes  to  front.] 
Cariboo — 

I  am  the  Cariboo,  light  and  swift, 

I  fly  o'er  the  boundless  plain. 
O'er  the  summer's  grass,  o '    the  winter's  drift. 

Proudly  my  graceful  ht..u  I  lift 

And  the  huntsman's  power  disdain. 

[All  repeat  as  before.] 


O.smunda- 


I  am  the  Royal  Fern,  fresh  and  green. 

Blooming  so  bright  and  gay ; 
On  hillside  and  valley  1  may  be  seen 
Decking  the  earth  with  my  verdant  sheen 

All  through  the  summer's  d-, . 


[All  repeat  as  before.] 


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SlAOVLL — 

Now  away  each  one  to  her  diatant  home — 

To  the  furtheit  bounds  nf  the  earth : 
Some  o'er  the  craggy  hilli  to  roam, 
And  some  to  sport  on  the  ocean's  fr    :i — 

Let  us  (ing  with  joy  and  mirth. 

[All  rtpeal  Iht  lajl  couplet  and  exeuni,  dancing  and  singi»i 
the  refrain.  As  som  as  they  have  disappeared,  orchestra  com- 
mences a  solemn  symphony;  Tehranova  looks  up  from  her  rev- 
ery.\ 

Tebranova — 

Have  I  but  dreamt,  or  have  I  heard 
The  wailing  scream  of  the  lone  sea-bird 
That  ever  around  my  surge-swept  rocks 
The  ceaseless  ocean's  murmuring  mocks  ? 
[Rises  and  comes  to  front  of  stage.] 
Eight  hundred  years,  well  nigh,  have  past 
Since,  scudding  'fore  the  northern  blast, 
■The  hardy  Norseman,'  westward  bounil 
From  Greenland's  shore: — my  isle  first  found. 
Of  Europe's  sons  the  earliest  he 
To  view  this  new-found  countrie. 
Unless  the  legend  credence  claim 
Which  tells  of  holy  Brendan's  name. 
And  how  five  hundred  years  before 
With  twelve  good  monks  he  sail-ed  o'er 
The  unknown  seas  in  search  of  rest. 
And  found  this  Island  of  the  West" — 
The  Norseman  saw  my  hillsides  white. 
And  marvelled  at  the  dazzling  sight ; 
And  next  he  viewed  my  rocky  strand 
And  gave  the  name  of  Helluland.' 
But  I  from  him  no  favour  find ; 
He  went  nor  left  a  trace  behind. — 
Anon,  five  hundred  years  less  three,' 
Brave  Cabot  plows  the  western  sea, 
Through  many  a  weary  night  and  day 
His  vessel  cleaves  her  western  way. 
On  and  still  onward,  till  at  last 
The  watchman  high  upon  the  mast 
Beholds  athwart  the  distant  sky 
A  headland  looming  bold  and  high : — 
"Ho!  land  ahead!" — the  joyous  shout: 
Loud  o'er  the  ocean's  wave  rings  out ; 
And  still  his  ship  speeds  bravely  on — 


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ii  *",!?"  f*"'  °'  G'ttl  St.  John— 
H(  niidet  her  uMy  to  the  .horc 
And  itcpi  upon  the  land  once  more ; 
And  Eiyland  •  banner  there  unfurled 
And  cl(imi  for  her  the  N  wfound  World  !— 
Now  eaitwird  o'er  the  rolling  main 
Brave  C  abot  turni  hii  prow  again 
And  kneeling  unto  Britain's  King 
Preienti  hit  noble  offering— 

ti.?^^"^"-''^'^-''^'^'^-  »«  "•"Khte.t  gem 
In  England'!  royal  diadem  I 
A  wurce  of  power  and  wt-alth  untold, 
More  than  Cathay's  or  India's  gold. 

The  wa«s  that  wash  her  rock-itrewn  shore 
1  eem  with  a  boundleu  finny  store 

More  wealthy  than  the  silv'ry  veins 

The  far  Peruvian  mine  contains  ■• 

Alai !  but  little  valued  he 

This  ancient  loyal  colony. 

Again  the  western  ocean  priic 

One  hui  dred  yjars  forgoi^n  lies,' 

And  Spanish,  French  and  Portugiiesc 

Sail  o'er  and  rob  her  teeming  seas ; 

And  many  a  heai'land,  cape  and  bay, 

Retains  unto  the  present  day, 

Though  garbled  now,  the  ancient  name 

That  tells  us  whence  th'  explorer  came. 

Now  forth  from  Alban's  sainted  aisle* 

Of  Glastonbury's  Abbey  pile 

Proceeds  a  brave  and  noble  band 

To  found  a  Church  in  Newfound  Land. 

In  vam  upon  our  shores  they  strive 

The  pristine  glories  to  rev-ve 

Of  ancientVerulam. — In  vain 

The  Christian  sons  oi  Charlemagne' 

Raise  high  the  Cross  on  Creveccoeur 

Above  Placentia's  placid  shore.— 

And  50  another  century 

In  rtithless  warfare  passes  by. 

And  France's  power  and  England's  might 

Oft  meet  in  dire  and  bloody  fight. 

And  Terranova's  limpid  flood 

Runs  purple  with  their  mingled  blood  !- 

Dark  epoch  on  our  annals'  oage ! 

Oh  I  shall  this  warfare  ceaseless  rage  ?— 

Shall  Newfound  Land  for  ever  lie 

A  blur  upon  the  western  sky, 

Unknown,  unpeopled  and  forgot  ?— 


*Fari^U3  exprcssicin  of  Lord  Bacon. 
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IBnttr  EaiN,  AoUmf  tkamrock.] 


ElIN— 


J 


D*«r  Tcrranova,  uy  it  not. — 
Thotwh  France'!  lily  never  grew, 
And  Eii(l«nd'>  row  l»y  withered  too, 
See  1 1  have  brought  the  iweet  tretoil 
To  take  deep  root  within  thy  loil, 
And  from  tt>  humble  leaf  thall  •pring 
A  mightier  than  the  forett  kingf- 
Behold  its  leaflets  spreading  wide, 
In  cross-like  arms  on  either  side — 
In  triple  form  its  leaves  divide. 
In  single  stem  iu  branches  meet 
Of  tnune  Godhead,  emblem  sweet! 
From  shore  to  shore  its  light  shall  spread 
Its  soothing  power  sweet  peace  shall  shed. 
Throughout  all  time  thy  ice-bound  isle. 
With  Faith  and  Love  and  Hope  shall  smile.— 
See  hastrning  o'er  the  ruffled  main, 
Come  on  apace  the  priestly  train," 
Bearing  aloft  the  badge  of  Faith, 
Powerful  to  save  from  hurt  and  scathe.— 
The  Cross  now  planted  firm  and  deep 
Upon  thy  hills,  its  hold  shall  keep. 
No  more  its  virtue  here  shall  fail ; 
And  on  each  hill  and  sloping  vale 
Shall  Church  and  spire  in  beauty  rise. 
And  graceful  point  f hem  to  the  skies  I 

[Eimnl  at  different  sides.] 

Scene  U.— Another  place  in  Newfoundland.    A  church  sfire 
seen  m  the  distance.     Time,  1833.     Enter  Terranw-a. 

Tehranova — 

With  gladness  now  my  heart  o'erflows. 
Nor  grief  nor  sorrow  longer  knows.— 
Now  fifty  years  have  nigh  past  o'er 
Since  Erin  visited  my  shore  ; 
And  gliding  o'er  Atlantic's  wave. 
Bright  promise  to  my  Island  gave. 
And  faithful  to  her  word  hath  been. 
For  now  on  many  a  hillside  green, 
A  graceful  chapel  may  be  seen. 

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[Poitits  to  church  in  distance.  ] 

And  happy  nay  I  rest  ir.e  now — 

(Enter  Avalonia,  Elnuki,  Talila  and  Shananditbi.] 

AVALONIA— Not  yet,  dear  Mother— 

Tekranova— What  say'st  thou? 

Avalonia — 

Behold  thy  children,  Mother  sweet. 
Who  here  come  kneeling  at  thy  feet. 

[All  kneel.] 

We,  too,  observe  yon  graceful  spire, 

Which  fills  our  hearts  with  Faith's  strong  (ire,— 

But  something  more  we  yet  desire, 

Terranova — 


Arise  and  speak,— and  if  in  aught, 
I  can  assist  your  ardent  thought ; 
In  aught  to  help  our  native  land. 
Be  sure  ray  aid  you  can  command. 


AVAr.ONIA — 


Dear  Mother,  though  by  that  sweet  name 
I  love  to  call  thee,  and  to  claim 
My  birthright  from  thy  rugged  shore. 
Yet  have  my  parents  voyaged  o'er 
From  land  beyond  the  eastern  seas ; — 
And  oft'  amid  the  summer's  breeze, 
Or  sheltered  from  the  wintry  gale. 
Have  I  been  told  the  stirring  tale. 
I've  heard  that  in  the  bygone  day. 
E'er  tyrant  laws  held  odious  sway. 
That  Faith  and  Learning,  hand  in  hand. 
Walked  nobly  through  my  Father's  land ; 
And  every  hillside  owned  a  shrine 
Of  Learning — human  or  divine. 
Her  Halls  of  Science  homage  claim 
Throughout  the  world ;— unto  her  came 
To  take  their  share  of  Learning's  least 
E'en  children  from  the  knowing  East, 
And  from  her  shores  went  forth  afar 
Like  radiance  from  the  Evening  Star, 
Men  high  of  jnind,  ol  talent  great. 


To  fill  the  walks  of  Church  and  State 

In  Europe's  courts ;  but  soon,  alas ! 

Those  bright  and  glorious  visions  pass ; 

And  years  of  darkness  and  of  woe 

For  many  a  century  passing  slow, 

Bedim  her  page,— but  even  then 

Were  seen  to  rise  great  learned  men. 

'Gainst  cruel  laws  and  unjust  might 

They  long  maintain  unequal  fight ; 

The  lamp  of  Science  tend  and  trim. 

And  keep  from  ever  growing  dim. 

And  so  throughout  those  long,  dark  days 

Though  crushed  full  oft',  its  flickering  fays 

Burst  forth  again  with  fresh'ning  fire. 

Arising  ever  higher  and  higher. 

And  now.  the  day  of  trial  o'er. 

They  seem  to  breathe  in  peace  once  more ; 

For  Truth,  and  Liberty,  and  Right, 

Have  conquered  Wrong  and  pressing  might. 
The  noble  Tribune's'  voice  rings  out 
Throughout  the  land  in  deaf'ning  shout ! 

Proclaiming— man  must  man  let  live, — 

And  wrings  from  shame,  what  Love  should  give ! 

Emancipation! — noble  dower 

Regained  by  Truth's  triumphant  power  !— 

Now  mental  freedon  •  ained  at  length. 

Full  soon  displays  its  new-found  strength  — 

Around  the  land  in  rapid  flight 

The  torch  of  Learning  spreads  its  light, 

And  pious  women  and  learned  men 

Soon  fill  her  schools  and  Halls  again. 

The  Chief  among  this  noble  band. 

See  saintly  Xano  Nagi.f.,  stand,"' 

Gath'ring  unto  her  cloistered  fold,— 

As  Bridget  in  the  days  of  old,— 

Young  hearts  in  youth  and  beauty  bright, 

And  strong  in  Learning's  conquering  might, 

To  train  the  pliant  hearts  of  youth 

In  paths  of  modesty  and  truth. 

Thus  have  I  heard  full  many  a  day. 

And  now,  dear  Mother,  thee  I  pray 

That  thou  would'st  o'er  the  ocean  send. 

And  .bring  to  us  the  children's  friend.— 

The  d-iughters  of  Nano's  holv  band. 

To  teach  the  youth  of  Newfoundland  !— 


Tebranova — 


And  who  is  she  who  fronts  me  now. 
Of  sable  lock  and  tawny  brow  ? 


Elnuki- 


Dear  Mother,  I  am  the  Micmac  child, 

I  dwell  by  the  lake  in  the  forest  wild ; 

We  have  come  from  lone  Acadie's  desert  strand" 

To  hunt  in  the  woods  of  the  Newfoundland ; 

And  though  we  belong  to  the  savage  tribe. 

Whom  the  laws  of  the  cultured  world  proscribr. 

Yet  we  have  heard  of  the  saving  Rood 

From  the  lips  of  the  Padliass,"  holy  and  good ; 

And  we  join  in  our  Sister's  earnest  request, 

To  bring  us  those  ladiei  »o  holy  and  blest. 


TF-RRANOVA- 


And  thou  of  form  so  stout  and  curt, 
In  wintry  garments  all  begirt. 
Thou  seemest  a  child  of  the  distant  North, 
Pray  tell  us  thy  tale ;— step  boldly  forth. 


Talii.a — 


R  ^ 


Mother,  I  am  the  Eskimo, 

We  dwell  'midst  the  ice  and  the  northern  snow ; 

And  though  less  favoured  our  tribe  has  been, 

Yet  we,  too,  at  times  the  good  priest  have  seen, 

Coming  'midst  dangers  by  land  and  sea, 

To  offer  his  holy  ministry. 

And  we,  too,  dear  Mother,  thee  hiunbly  crave. 

To  bring  us  the  Sisters  from  over  the  wave. 


Terranova- 


And  lastly,  whom  do  I  behold. 

Of  form  so  proud,  and  aspect  bold. 

And  yet  who  stands  so  sad  apart, 

As  though  some  sorrow  weighed  down  her  heart  ? 

Step  forth,  dear  child,  and  let  us  know, 

What  mean  those  signs  of  grief  and  woe  ? 


Shanandithi- 


O,  tender  Mother,  pray  have  pity 

On  the  lonely  Shanandithi ; 

Tn  my  brown  and  bronz-ed  face 

You  behold  the  last  sad  trace 

Of  the  lost  Beothic  race." 

We  have  roamed  the  mountain-side ; 

Bravely  stemmed  the  torrent  wide  ; 


Scoured  the  plains  and  barrens  too, 
Like  the  bounding  Cariboo, 
Ere  the  Norseman  hither  came, 
These  far  western  shores  to  claim. 
Long,  long  centuries  before 
Cabot  saw  this  rock-bound  shore. 
None  our  rights  dare  then  dispute 
O'er  fish  and  fowl,  and  lordly  brute. — 
But  ah !  how  bitter  was  our  lot, 
The  whiteman  came,  but  brought  us  not 
Light  of  Peace;  or  V'ord  of  Truth, 
Pledge  of  Mercy,  Love,  or  Ruth ; — 
Ah,  no !  but  with  a  vengeful  hate 
Pursued  us  to  our  dismal  fate ! 
And  as  we  erst  were  wont  pursue 
The  flying  wolf  or  Cariboo, 
So  now  before  the  fatal  fire 
Of  deadly  gun  we  swift  retire. 
And  one  by  one  our  chieftains  fall 
As  victims  to  the  murderous  ball ; 
And  hence  the  few  who  now  remain 
Where  once  our  tribe  held  proud  domain, 
Like  frightened  wolves  are  flying  o'er 
To  die  on  lonely  Labrador." 
And  I,  the  last  of  all  the  tribe, 
Secured  by  treachery  and  bribe ; — 
Tom  from  my  friends  and  native  place. 
Am  shown  as  trophy  of  the  chase ! 
Fain  would  I  join  the  earnest  prayer 
Of  my  dear  sisters  standing  there ; 
But  the  sad  lesson  we've  been  taught 
Forbids  that  we  should  hope  for  aught 
Of  friendship  from  the  white  man's  hand 
But  death  and  ruin  to  our  band. 


Terra  NOV  A — 


Ah,  no!  dear  Shanandithi.  no. 

Again  I  say  it  is  not  so ; — 

Those  men  whose  cruel  di'eds  you  name 

Are  but  a  stigma  and  a  shame ; 

They  bring  dishonor  and  disgrace 

Unto  their  kindred  and  their  race ! 

Think  not  the  good  «nd  holy  nuns 

Are  like  those  cruel-hearted  ones; 

With  truth  and  joy  and  hope  they'll  conic. 

To  bring  good  tidings  to  each  home ; 

They  cumc  the  harbingers  of  love. 

Sent  by  the  God  of  Peace  above ; 


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They  come  as  messengers  of  One 
Who  died — not  for  a  class  alone — 
Whose  saving  Blood  was  freely  shed, 
Not  more  for  white  man  than  for  red. — 
Therefore,  dear  children,  I  obey, 
To  Erin  I  will  send  straightway, 
And  bring  to  you  the  cloistered  band, 
To  teach  the  youth  of  Newfoundland. 

All  (kneeling) — 

Sweet  Mother,  let  our  deeds  confess 
The  thanks  our  tongues  can  not  express. 

[Exeunt  omnes  except  Terranova.] 
Terra  NOV  A — 

Now  come,  my  sprities,  come  one  and  all, 
Come  hearken  to  your  mother's  call. 

[Claps  her  hands. — Enter  sprites,  singing  and  skipping,  as  be- 
fore:  We  are  a  joyful,  etc.] 

Terranova — 

Come  hither,  come  hither,  thou  Seagull  sprite, 

And  plume  thy  downy  wing  so  bright, 

I  have  a  message  for  thee  to  bring, 

That  will  test  the  power  of  thy  tireless  wing. 

(Seagull  advances.    Terranova  hangs  letter  on  her  neck 
byr^bon.] 

Take  this  letter  across  the  sea, 

To  Enn's  evergreen  countrie; 

Biti  her  to  search  her  cloistered  shrines, 

Where  Faith's  sweet  light  serenely  shines, 

For  a  few  bright  souls  both  good  and  brave, 

Who  fear  not  to  cross  the  ocean's  wave. 


Seagull- 


Joyful,  dear  mother.  I  obey, 
On  lightning  wing  I  soar  away. 


(Exit.) 


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Terra  NOV  A — 

Come  hither,  thou  fay  of  fantastic  form. 
Who  bravest  the  shock  of  the  northern  storm. 

(  Iceberg  advances.) 

Go  sail  thee  forth  on  the  ocean's  breast. 
And  compose  the  threat'ning  billows  to  rest; 
Let  summer  zephyrs  gently  guide 
The  freighted  ship  o'er  the  rippling  tide. 


Iceberg — 


Joyful.  <lear  mother,  I  obey, 

O'er  ocean's  bosom  I  float  away. 


sbe- 


neck 


(Exit.) 

Terranova — 

Come  hither,  thou  noble  Baccala. 

(Baccala  advances.) 

Thou,  too,  must  help  to  lend  eclal 
To  our  grand  triumph :  scour  the  deep. 
And  through  its  swelling  .nirgcs  sweep. 
From  Mexic's  gulf  to  .Afric's  coast: 
Let  not  a  moment  now  be  lost. 
Sunmion  thy  finny  subjects  all : 
See  they  obey  thy  sovereign  call. — 
Say  that  we  need  their  instant  aid 
To  join  our  glorious  cavalcade. 


Baccala- 


Joyful,  dear  mother,  I  obey. 

Through  ocean's  .Icpths  I  speed  awav. 


(Exit.) 
Terranova — 

.\nd  now,  thou  gentle  \V    itccoat  fay. 
(Whitecoat  advances.) 

Go  speed  to  thine  icy  realm  away  ; 
It  is  but  meet  th.if  the  Harp  and  Hood" 
Should  welcome  the  nuns  so  holy  and  good. 
In  the  Harp  their  national  badge  portraved. 
In  the  Hood,  Religion's  soothing  shade. 

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WmiECOAT — 


Joyful,  dear  mother,  I  obey, 
To  my  great  ice-country  I  waddle  away. 


(Exit  waddling) 
Tekranova — 


Now  prithee,  advance,  thou  swift  Cariboo, 
I've  also  a  message,  good  fairy,  for  you ; — 
Go  fly  o'er  the  plains,  to  the  west,  to  the  east, 
And  bring  the  glad  tidings  to  bird  and  to  beast. 


Cariboo — 


Joyful,  sweet  mother,  I  obey. 

O'er  woods  and  'jarrens  I  bound  away. 


(Exit  bounding.) 
Terranova — 


Now,  graceful  Csmunda,  pray  advance, 
Thou,  too,  must  join  in  the  fairy  dance ; 
Go  forth  to  the  valleys  and  rippling  streams. 
Where  the  tall  trees  break  the  hot  sun's  beams ; 
Gather  the  ferns  and  the  flowerets  gay, 
And  bid  them  put  on  their  best  array ; 
See  they  appear  in  a  beauteous  band 
To  welcome  the  nuns  to  Newfoundland. 


OSMt'NDA — 


Joyful,  dear  mother,  I  obey. 
To  the  cool  woodlands  I  glide  away. 


{Exit  gracefully.) 
Terranova — 


Now  all  is  prepared,  as  well  may  'x. 
To  welcome  the  nuns  from  over  the  sea. 


(Exit.) 


Curtain. 


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A  1 


ACT  II. 

Scene  1~A  green  hillside  in  Ireland.    A  convent  in  the  dis- 
tance.    Erih,  sealed  on  a  bank.    Enter  Seaovll.) 

Seagull — 

Fair  lady,  to  thy  Em'rald  home 
With  a  message  from  over  the  sea  I  come, 
From  thy  sister  island  in  the  west, 
Where  the  sun  sinks  down  at  eve  to  rest. 

(Presents  letter.     Erin  reads. ) 

Erin  (reading) — 

Dear  Sister  Erin,  Terranova 

Sends  tliee  a  friendly  greeting  over ; — 

The  little  plant  thou  gavest  to  me 

Has  grown  into  a  mighty  tree ; 

The  light  of  Faith  has  spread  its  ray 

O'er  every  harbour,  cove,  and  bay 

Throughout  our  land,  and  shines  as  bright, 

And  with  as  strong  unquenching  light, 

As  that  wiiich  in  the  days  gone  by 

Made  Erin's  name  stand  proud  and  high. — 

Again  I  send  unto  thy  shore 

Another  favour  to  implore : 

Please  search  around  thy  sainted  Isle, 

Where  Faith  and  Virtue  ever  smile ; — 

Each  cloistered  hall,  each  convent  choir. 

Where  burns  Religion's  chastening  fire ; 

See  canst  thou  find  some  virgins  brave, 

To  venture  o'er  the  distant  wave. 

To  dedicate  their  work  and  time 

In  our  unknown  and  rigid  clime. 

(Ceases  reading.) 

With  joyful  heart  I  will  fulfil 

My  loving  sister's  earnest  will ; 

Nor  need  I  search  each  choir  and  shrine 

Of  this  dear  sainted  Isle  of  mine ; 

For  where  the  path  of  duty  leads. 

No  child  of  mine  coercion  needs. 

Now  let  us  away  to  the  nearest  shrine 

Where  teaching  and  praying  the  nuns  combine. 

And  soon  shall  we  find  true  noble  hearts 

Full  willing  to  go  to  these  distant  parts. 

(Exeunt.) 


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Scene  II. — Interior  of  a  convent  choir.  Solemn  music  heard 
inside,  and  nuns  singing  or  chanting.  Nuns  enter  in  procession, 
singing  "Ave  Maris  Stella."  They  kneel  in  their  places.  Or- 
gan continues  for  short  time,  then  ceases.  Nuns  stand.  Enter 
Erin  and  Seagull. 

Erin — 


'■  i 


Hail  daughters  fair, 

A  message  I  bear 
From  a  sister  isle  of  the  sea, 

That  will  surely  prove 

If  the  spirit  of  Love 
And  Faith  still  dwells  with  ye. 

That  spirit  that  woke 

When  Patrick  spoke, 
And  when  Bridget  in  bygone  days 

Gathered  Virgins  fair 

Round  holy  Kildare 
To  sing  the  Almighty's  praise. 

You  know  that  afar 

Where  the  evening  star 
Sinks  down  in  the  waters  to  rest, 

Stands  a  land  like  our  own 

Em'rald  isle,  all  atone, 
'Midst  the  billows  of  ocean  caressed. 

You  know  that  of  old 

My  children  bold 
Were  forced  o'er  the  ocean  to  roam, 

A  fugitive  band, 

Whom  a  tyrant  hand 
Had  driven  from  hearth  and  home. 

And  how,  on  the  lone  strand 

Of  the  Nevfound  Land, 
They  stopped  in  their  westward  course; 

For  they  seemed  to  hear 

My  voice  more  near, 
In  the  moan  of  the  ocean  hoarse : 

And  as  oft  as  they  heard 

The  wild  sea-bird 
Return  on  its  weary  flight. 

It  seemed  to  bring 

On  its  snowy  wing 
Some  memory  cherished  and  bright.— 

And  they  wept  for  me  still 

Like  the  sad  Columkill, 
As  they  heard  the  mournful  roar 

Of  the  ocean's  wave 


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rd 


In  the  deep  sea-cave 
Which  had  come  from  Erin's  shore. 

But  no  nuns  were  there 

With  motherly  care, 
To  watch  o'er  infant  years, 

To  guide  the  youth 

In  the  paths  of  truth 
And  to  share  their  joys  and  lean. 

Whit  more  need  I  say  ? 

I  come  here  to-day 
For  my  sister  isle  to  crave 

For  a  few  good  nuns — 

True-hearted  ones — 
To  cross  the  western  wave. 


Rev.  Mother — 

Dear  children  all, 

You  hear  this  call ; 
It  seems  like  the  voice  of  God ; 

How  many  are  here 

VVho  will  volunteer 
To  sail  so  far  abroad  ? 

All — Dear  mother,  /'//  go. 

Rev.  Mother — 

Thank  God  'tis  so ; 
But  I  can  not  send  you  all — 

I  will  choose  a  few 

Brave  spirits,  and  true. 
To  answer  this  noble  call. 

Let  us  kneel  in  prayer, 

That  God  may  declare 
Who  are  the  chosen  band 

Who  are  destined  to  share 

'^he  glorious  care 
Of  the  children  of  Newfoundland. 

(All  kneel  in  prayer,  then  sinn,  accompanied  by  organ.) 

Jesu  pie,  nunc  digneris, 
Tu  qui  bonus  es  et  eris, 
Indicarc  qilas  digneris, 

Tanto  dignas  onere. 
Vastun'  mare  transfretare. 
Nomen  Tuum  transportare ; 
Fidem  Tuam  Seminarc 

Terrae  Novae  littore. 


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Ave  Marii  pulchra  Stella 
Monstra  quxnam  sit  puella 
Quam  nee  vcntus  ncc  procella 
Valet  treinefacere 

8 use  a  Deo  sint  electa: 
t  trans  mare  tuti  vecta, 
Filiarum  corda  recte 
Noverint  dirigere. 


{AH  arise.) 


l.\ 


Rev.  Mother — 


Now,  dear  children,  I  have  heard 
In  my  soul  the  hidden  word, 
God  has  shown  unto  my  heart 
The  chosen  for  this  noble  part. 
Thou  who  dost  homage  faithful  vow. 
To  Clairvoix's  sainted  Abbot. — thou 
Dear  Sister  Bernard,"  art  to  be 
The  leader  of  this  company. 


(SiSTEK  Bernard  stands  out.) 

You  also,  who  the  glorious  name 
Of  India's  great  Apostle  claim. 

(Sisters  Zavier  and  Zaveria  stand  out.) 

Thou,  Magdalen,  so  bright  and  wise, 
Shalt  join  them  in  the  great  emprise." 

(Sister  Mago.\len  stands  out.) 


Will  you,  then,  be  the  noble  band 
To  sail  unto  the  Newfound  Land  ? 


All  Four- 


O  Mother !  by  God's  holy  grace 
We  gladly  do  this  work  embrace 
To  thine,  and  our  dear  sisters'  prayers. 
We  recommend  our  future  cares. 


(Exeunt  in  procession,  singing  Ave  Maris,  etc.) 

Scene  III. — A  room  in  the  convent.    Nora  with  broom  and 
cloth  busy  dusting,  etc. ) 


NoKA — Oh  I  glory  be  to  GoJ !  an'  what'>  lhi>  I  hear  at  all  at 
all  I  Sure  the  dear  ladies  are  guin'  acrusi  the  lalt  uy,  thouiandi 
an'  thousands  o'  miles  away  to  the  Tiiolav  an  Ais'IK,  the  land  o' 
the  fish.  Sure,  they'll  be  no  time  there  till  they're  all  et  up  be  the 
wolves  an'  the  bears  an'— an'— the  ice-bugs,  that  I'hill.  Uoolan  was 
tcllin'  me  about.    Uh  I  wirra  sthru  I  wirra  sthru  I 

(littler  Siller  Magdalen.  ; 

Sister  Maohalkn — Why,  what's  thi-  matter,  Nora?  What 
are  you  making  such  a  noise  about  ? 

Nora— Oh !  Missus  Magdalen,  is  it  thrue  that  ye're  goin'  to 
that  outlandish  furrin  place  they  calls  Newfoundland? 

Sister  M. — Why,  of  course  it  is.  What  did  we  make  our 
solemn  vows  for.  if  it  was  not  to  obey  the  call  of  duty ! 

Nora — But,  shure  ma'am,  ye  don't  mane  to  tell  me  the  vows 
lanes  so  heavy  on  ye  as  that,  do  ye? 

Sister  M. — Oh !  indeed  they  do,  when  we  hear  the  voice  of 
God  calling  we  must  obey  and  go  if  necessary  to  the  furthc!:t 
bounds  of  the  earth ! 

Nora.— Oh !  Miilla  go  dhoe  Ualh  Ahiernu!  Surje,  ye'll  all  be 
sculped  an'  et  alive  be  the  wild  beasts  an'  the  Indians  out  there, 
ma'am. 

Sister  M. — Oh,  no,  Nora,  it's  not  at  all  as  bad  as  you  think. 

Nora. — Oh !  don't  ye  tell  me.  ma'am  ;  sure,  I  knows  all  about 


Sister  M. — How  do  you  know  all  about  it  ?    Who  tolu  you  ? 
Nora— Why,  Phill  tould  me,  ma'am. 
Sister  M.—Phill !    Who's  Phill? 

Nora — Oh!  he's  that  gossoon  the  Bishop  brought  over  wid 
him.  Sure,  he's  out  in  Newfoundland  fur  the  past  tin  vears,  an' 
he  knows  every  bone  in  it.  An'  he  tould  me  that  the  sea  an'  the 
land  is  covered  wid  ice  an'  snow.  An'  there's  great  big  bugs  on 
the  ice  as  big  as  cows !  An'  they'll  ate  every  wan  that  comes  near 
them. 

SiSTEK  M  -Bugs  on  the  ice!  Why,  he's  only  trying  to 
frighten  you.     u's  all  nonsense. 


ma'am,  it'i  at  thrue  a"  ycr  there.     Icc-buK>, 


NoiiA— Oh,  I 
he  calk  'em. 

SiSTU  M. — Oh!  I  tuppoac  you  mean  iccbcrgi! 

Nora — Yei,  ma'am,  that's  what  I'm  layin'— ice-buRs.  An' 
they're  a>  big  a*  cows,  an'  they  havt  no  legs,  but  they  can  folly  vc 
ai  quick  a>  a  bird.  An'  some  o'  them  haves  a  hood  over  I'leir  heads 
for  all  the  world  like  a  nun's  veil.  An'  some  o'  them  bevs  playin' 
the  harf  like  a  banshee.  But  ye  can't  trust  'em,  for  thcv  re  as  sav- 
age as  a  wild  bull. 

Sister  M. — Well,  .Vora,  il'.s  useless  to  make  objections  now. 
All  is  ready  for  the  voyage,  the  Bishop  has  secured  a  ship 
at  Waterford,  and  we  leave  in  a  few  days  by  the  coach  for  Dublin. 

Nora — Well,  ma'am,  may  the  will  o'  God  be  done.  Hut  if 
ye're  ra'ally  goin',  then  I'm  goin',  too,  for  what  'ud  me  life  be  here 
idout  ye  after  me  twinty  years'  servin'  in  the  convent ! 

Sister  M.— That's  right  Xora ;  I'm  glad  to  see  you  have  such 
courage.    And  then,  you  know,  Phill  is  coming  tool 

Nora  (indignant) — Arrah !  what  do  I  care  about  that  omad- 
hattnf 

{Exeunt.) 

Scene  III. — The  ocean, 
singing  in  distance. 

Oh !  quam  magnus  dcus  maris, 
Tempcstates  dominaris 
£t  in  altis  indicaris 
Potestate  valida. 

(Enter  Baccala,  Iceberg  and  Wiiitecoat.) 

Baccala — 

Now  see  them  sail  o'er  the  mighty  main. 

And  o'er  the  swelling  waves : 

I've  gathered  all  my  finny  train. 

From  the  furthest  bounds  of  my  vast  domain. 

And  my  deepest  ocean  caves. 


Vessel  in  distance.     Nuns  heard 


Icebesc — 


I  have  floated  o'er  the  ocean's  breast. 
And  have  chid  the  billows  strong. 

I  have  set  the  tempests  all  to  rest. 

And  have  sunimoiici!  tiie  fjentlc  breeze  of  the  west 
To  waft  the  boat  along. 


WlllTECOAT — 

Anil  1  have  Katlicrnl  my  furry  brocxi 
I'rnm  the  icc-fiilils  whiTc  they  rtani. 

Walrus  and  llcdlanier,  Harp  and  Hood. 

To  welcome  the  luins.  .sn  hrave  and  m  roihI, 
To  their  Newfound  Island  home! 

(£j-fiin/.     A'liiij  heard  sinniiig   in  dislaiuc.  gradually  af- 
proaeluHn.     Enter  nuns,  led  hy  h"»iN.) 


E«1N — 


Now  launcheil  upon  the  niif;hty  diep, 
May  God  in  safe  protection  keq.. 
And  may  His  anjfcl  (]ahricl  Ruard. 
And  night  and  day  keep  faithful  ward. 

Sister  Bernard — 

Keep  heart,  my  chiklrcn,  this  sad  day. 
When  from  our  sireland  torn  away 
We  bid  farevvcll  to  Erin  dear 
Shall  be  the  worst  we  have  to  bear. 
Take  one  last  Rlimpsc  of  thit  loved  shore. 
Nor  think  of  Home,  or  loved  ones  trnrc. 
Turn  westward,  where  the  setting  sun 
To  work  and  duty  bids  us  on ! 
Behind  all  sadness  let  us  fling ; 
Come,  sisters,  let  us  hear  you  sing. 

(Nuns  sing  "Though  the  Last  Glimp.se  of  Erin."  Ex- 
eunt.    Enter  Nora.     Moon  begins  to  rise. ) 

Nora — Oh!  »»o  vroan,  mo  vroan!  Sure,  I'll  never  live  to 
the  end  o'  this  voyage,  if  there's  ever  goin'  to  be  an  end  to  it. 
Here  we  are  a  fortnight  out  to  say  to-day,  an'  no  sign  o'  land.  I 
don't  believe  there's  any  more  land  in  it.  An'  oh !  the  saysickncss ! 
For  wan  whole  week  I  was  prayin'  the  Lord  might  open  the  ship 
an'  let  me  go  to  bottom  and  bury  me  in  the  tomb  of  a  shark. 

(Enter  Sister  Magdalen.) 

Nora— Oh!  Missus  Magdalen,  o  lamia,  a  lanna!  what's  goin' 
to  be  the  end  of  us  ? 

Sister  M. — Why,  what's  the  matter  with  you,  Nora?  What 
are  you  making  such  a  noise  for?     I'm  quite  ashamed  of  you. 


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Nora— Indeed    ye  have  rason  to,  maam ;  sure,  I'm  clanc 

v.°:Jfr''Vh"""^'H  '^'"J"'"'  °'  "«=  wind  an'  the  roari?  o'lhe 
waves,  an  the  creakin'  o'  the  ropes,  an'  the  shoutin'  o'  the  sailors. 

h,„  rfT?  ^''T^"'  ''  "  quite  calm  and  smooth  now.     See  the 

r^nt  n  ,h""  °  ""  '"""'  '^y  '"  *'  «"^^'  """i  'he  moon  just 
rising  in  the  east.  •' 

Oh  I  ^rnuri^^^  "°°,"  "T''-'.  °°  y"  ""  'h^'  'he  moon,  ma'am  ? 
o,,riiHlh  .1"""='  ''^^"  'H'  '''"''  °'  =•  ™™  'h'y  haves  in  this 
outlandish  counthry  ?  'T.s  no  bigger  nor  a  thruppenny  bit !  Sure, 
ma  am,  the  moon  m  Ireland  is  as  big  as  the  head  of  a  herrin'  bar- 

T  ir  ^'^'^^^  M.— Go  down  to  the  cabin.  Nora,  and  call  the  sisters. 
Ic  1  them  to  come  up  and  see  the  beautiful  sunset  and  the  rising 
oi  the  full  moon.  * 

(Exit  Nora.     Enter  sisters.) 

Sister  M.— Oh,  sisters,  don't  lose  this  charming  view.  The 
sun  has  just  dipped  beneath  the  waves,  leaving  a  glowing  sky  of 
crimson  and  gold  and  sapphire;  and  see  his  last  parting  i^v 
spreading  a  golden  path  across  the  waves  to  the  distant  Isle  of  the 

Mother  Bernard-How  beautiful!  I  never  before  reahzed 
!,„  '""Iheau'y  of  Moore's  immortal  song,  "How  dear  to  me  the 
hour  when  daylight  dies."  Dear  Sister  Zavier,  will  you  please 
sing  It  for  us  ?  I  do  not  think  we  could  select  any  more  beautiful 
and  appropriate  vesper  hymn. 

(Organ  outside  flays  prelude.     Sister  Zavier  sings:    How 

i^J.  t  ""'<.""•  ,!?r*  '"'"  '"  '"'""""y  '■»  refet'tion  of  last  tmi 
Imesof  each  verse  When  song  is  finished  a  noise  of  sailors  shout- 
ing ts  heard  outside.    Nora  rushes  in  terrified.) 

Nora  (clapping  her  hands  in  terror)— Oh.  may  the  Lord 
have  mercy  on  our  sowls !  'Tis  all  over  wid  us  at  last  I  Oh,  Nyeav 
iVirra,  a  waher  laun  na  graustha:    Holy  Mother,  protect  us— 

,„,^'A^^1! S"'y'''f.  '"  I'"''  '"■'•)-Nora,  Nora,  what's  the  mat- 
ter.'   Uon  t  be  making  a  child  of  yourself. 

Nora— Oh,  holy  Sisters,  let  me  hould  onto  ye,  fur  v  hen  we 
go  down  I  wants  to  be  near  ye,  for  'tis  up  ye'll  be  goin',  I'm  sup 

Mother  Bernari>-Now,  don't  be  silly,  Nora;  there's  noth- 
ing the  matter,  I  assure  you. 


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Nora— Oh,  there 
tellin'  the  Captain  we\ ! 
'tis  wracked  an'  lost  w 
is  all  covered  with  fog 
never  be  able  to  find  thi 


•\,  iin'.ivl,  ma'am.  Sure  I  hcerd  a  man 
.  on  the  i^>;t::':=  -  '  Newfoundland,  an'  sure 
arc  tiitirciv.  "■  .'  Phill  told  me  the  Banks 
Lini  Uie  Cujitai  i  ud  surely  go  asthrav,  an' 
uAf\:     Oh.lu.ic!   Oh,  hone! 


Mother  B. — What  nonsense,  Nora!  Why,  there  are  hun- 
dreds of  fathoms  of  water  over  the  l*anks,  and  there  is  not  the 
slightest  fear.  On  the  contrary,  the  men  are  delighted,  for  now 
they  know  that  by  to-morrow  evening  we  shall  reach  the  land. 
Listen  to  their  joyful  shouts  and  music  of  their  national  song, 
"The  Banks  of  Newfoundland."  (Orchestra  plays  "The 
Banks,"  etc.)  Now,  Sisters,  let  us  go  to  our  Cabin  and  return 
thanks  to  God,  who  has  brought  us  safe  through  all  dangers. 

(Exeunt  Nuns.  Moon  continues  to  rise.  J'cssel  crosses 
stage.    Nuns  heard  singing  inside:) 

Tamdiu  super  undas  vagre. 
Tandem  Terrrenovie  Plagje, 
Nobis  adsunt.  gratias  age ! 
Elusa  morte  pallida. 


Scene  IV. — The  seacoast  of  Newfoundland. 
(Enter  sprites,  singing:    "We  are  a  joyful,"  etc. 
singing  as  above,  led  by  Erin.) 


Enter  nuns, 


Cariboo — 


Oh,  welcome !  welcome !  noble  band 

Unto  our  rock-bound  shore ; 
I  have  sped  like  the  wind  from  strand  to  strand 
And  spread  the  glad  tidings  throughout  the  land. 

Now  blest  forever  more. 

Osmunda— 

I,  too,  have  gone  to  each  verdant  glade, 

And  over  each  hillside  gay ; 
Out  in  the  sunshine,  and  down  in  the  shade, 
Wherever  a  flower  its  dwelling  hath  made. 

And  have  bid  them  make  welcome  to-day. 

(Exeunt  sprites,  singing  as  usual:    "We  are  a  joyful,"  etc.) 

(Enter  Terranova,  followed  by  Avalonia,  Elnuki,  and 
Taula.) 


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Erin — (to  Tekranova) 


Dear  Sister,  once  again  I  come 
Lnlo  thy  distant  island-home; 
I  brmg  thee  here  a  happy  choir, 
The  object  of  thy  lieart's  desire;' 
And  may  they  ever  trtilv  prove 
The  harbingers  of  peace  and  love. 


Terranova — 


Thrice  welcome  here  thou  noble  band, 
All  welcome  to  the  Newfoundland- 
1  promise  that  vou  here  shall  find 
Deep  in  my  children's  hearts  enshrined. 
A  faith  as  bright  and  love  as  keen 
As  in  your  own  sweet  isle  of  green 


Mother  Bernard — 


Dear  child,  our  hearts  with  love  rejoice 
As  now  we  hear  thy  welcome  voice 
And  in  thy  words  wc  clearly  trace  ' 
The  tones  of  our  o.ni  Keltic  race. 
,1,™  ;="tli.  'he  love,  the  noble  zeal. 
Which  thou  displayest  make  us  feel 
As  though  we  had  not  newlv  past 
The  ocean's  boundless  bosom  vast 
And  here  upon  this  western  shore' 
We  find  us  truly  home  once  more 
And  all  our  lives  henceforth  we  give 
To  this  loved  land  where  now  we  live  • 
And  Faith  and  Learning  shall  extend  ' 
Around  its  shores  from  end  to  end, 
L  ntil  the  new-found  countrie. 
The  Ireland  of  the  West  'shall  be  I 

CURTAIN. 


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ACT  III. 

Scene   I.— Interior  of  school. 
Enter  Sister  Zaveria  and  Nora. 


Children   at   their  lessons. 


Sister  Z.— Now,  Nora,  are  you  glad  you  came  over  with 
us,  now  that  you  see  the  great  work  we  have  done  among  the 
children? 

Nora — Oh,  may  God  he  praised,  ma'am ;  sure  'tis  wonderful 
entirely,  an'  may  the  heavens  be  yccr  bed.  But  I'm  afeerd  'tis 
too  much  eddicashun  yc'rc  given  the  craythers.  Sure  if  ye  goes 
on  this  way  their  mammies  won't  know  them  by  an'  bv. 

Sister  Z.— On  the  contrary.  Nora,  the  Reverend  Mother  says 
we  do  not  give  half  enough  of  time  to  the  children,  and  that  wc 
must  ask  the  liishop  to  let  us  increase  the  numlxr  of  sisters.  The 
four  of  us  have  to  attend  to  all  the  household  duties,  besides 
teaching  in  the  schools,  except  what  you  do,  poor  old  Nora.  Only 
for  you  wc  should  have  starved  long  ago.  (Dell  rini;s.)  Oh! 
dear  me.  that  is  my  bell ;  I  must  run  at  once.  .\ow.  Nora,  will 
you  please  look  to  the  children  till  I  come  back  ?  You  have  noth- 
ing to  do.  you  know,  only  to  keep  them  quiet. 

(E.rit  Sister  Zaveria.) 

Nora— Troth  an'  it's  come  to  a  putty  pass  when  poor  Nora, 
besides  attindin'  to  the  hens,  an'  the  ducks,  an'  the  geese,  an'  the 
pigs,  an'  the  cows,  haves  to  look  afthcr  the  childher.  too.  'Tis 
thrue  for  me.  they're  gettin'  ton  much  schoolin'.  and  too  many 
nonsical  airs  into  their  lieads.  Sure  thev're  sp'akin'  so  grand 
you  can't  ondherstand  'em  scarcely.  'Tis  n'othin'  but  "^■cs.  deah," 
^"  "No,  deah,"  (mimicfng)  an'  "Were  ye  to  laust  mauss  on  Sun- 
day?" an'  'tis  "Put  yer  tongue  between  vcr  teeth,  an'  say  'Momma' 
an'  'Poppa'!  Faith,  then,  if  I  had  the  t'acliin'  o'  thim,  'it  isn't  sich 
nonsinse  I'd  I'arn  'em,  but  somethin'  that  'ud  be  useful. 

(The  children  begin  to  get  noisv.  Nora,  turning  to-jiards 
them) 

"Come  now.  me  babbies,  whist !  I  tell  ye :  let  me  hear  ve  say  yeer 
'.-\h  be  cee'  " 


(The  children  all  rush  out  from  their  places  shouting  and 
surrounding  Nora,  taking  her  by  the  shirts  and  pulling  her 
round  l!u-  room.) 

Children— -Ah.  Xora.  Xora.  let  us  have  a  ride  on  the  hrnnm- 

stick.  give  us  a  half  holiday,  let  us  go  and  feed  the  hens,  etc.,  etc. 

(In  the  middle  of  the  confusion  enter  Reverend  Mother.) 

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Rev.  Mother— What's  all  this  noise?  Children,  children, 
what  are  you  doing?  I'm  shocked  at  your  rudeness.  Ami  what 
are  you  doing  here,  Nora  ?  Why  are  you  not  about  your  busi- 
ness ?  Now,  chddren,  go  and  play  outside,  .\nd  vou,  .Nora, 
go  and  attend  to  your  duties. 

(All  exeunt  ruimin^  and  shouting  and  clap/iins  hands,  etc. 

Scene  U.~The  Convent  Square,  showing  the  Cathedral, 
Schools,  etc.     Throne  in  centre,  back.     Time,    jSSj. 

{Enter  Teukan*ov.\.) 

Terra NOVA — 

i\ow  fifty  years,  'midst  hopes  and  fears. 

And  joys  and  sorrows  have  fled, 
Since  the  noble  band  came  to  our  land, 

The  light  of  Truth  to  shed. 
\o  cloistered  walls,  nor  convent  halls, 

Were  there  for  the  brave  good  nun ; 
But  a  humble  bed,  in  a  lowly  shed, 

At  the  sign  of  "The  Rising  Sun."" 
.\uspicious  name !  for  thenceforth  came 

Religion's  dawning  light ; 
Truth's  brilliant  sun,  which  still  shines  on 

With  splendor  ever  more  bright. 
And  day  after  daj'  its  soothing  ray 

Went  abroad  o'er  our  sea-girt  isle. 
Till  each  humble  hearth  was  exultant  with  mirth. 

And  beamed  with  a  gladsome  smile. 
From  shore  to  shore,  'mid  the  rich  and  the  poor. 

And  out  on  the  ocean's  foam : — 
And  we  felt  God's  love  had  come  from  above, 

And  blessed  our  island-home. — 
And  now  we  behold,  rise  graceful  and  bold, 

In  the  erst  uncultured  waste" 
A  noble  pile;  with  cloister  and  aisle, 

All  shaped  in  beauty  and  t?ste. 
And  the  Convent-schools,  where  by  holy  rules 

The  hearts  of  the  Children  they  guide. 
And  the  mighty  Dome,  God's  own  blessed  home, 

Our  island's  boas*  and  pride! 

(Nuns  enter,  singing.) 

Ave  Dies  Jubilaei. 
Amoris  sancti,  atque  spei, 
Triumphus  nobilis  fidei 
Dies  magni  gaudii. 

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(MoTUKR  MACDAi.iix  siis  on  throne.  Enter  Avauixi  \  bear- 
ing crown  of  laurels,  followed  by  Elnuki,  Talila,  Sjcaoull, 
Iceberg,  Uaccala,  Carijkm),  and  Osmunda.  Eri.\  enters  and 
stands  on  elevation  behind  throne.) 


.Avalonia — 

Dear  Mother,  on  this  glorious  day 
We  crown  thee  with  the  verdant  Bay. 

{Places  crown  on  her  head.) 

Eluvki— {presenting  sceptre.) 

I_  bring  to  thee  the  pledge  of  power, 
Emblem  of  thy  eternal  dower. 

Talila — {presenting  water-lily.) 

Spotless  lily  I  present, 
From  the  lake's  smooth  bosom  rent; 
Emblem  of  thy  stainless  life, 
Pledge  of  guerdon  from  the  strife. 

Seaoull — {presenting  feather.) 

And  I,  sweet  mother,  to  thee  bring 
A  feather  from  my  downy  wing ; 
Token  of  learning  let  it  be, 
And  of  thy  tireless  energy. 

Iceberg — {presenting  icicle.) 

I  bring  pellucid  icicle 
From  my  highest  pinnacle ; 
Pointing  to  the  heaven  above. 
Let  it  speak  of  hope  and  love. 

B-vccala — {presenting  coral.) 

I,  from  ocean's  lowest  deep, 
Where  the  sea-nymph:,  calmly  sleep, 
Brilliant  coral  bring  to  thee, 
Emblem  of  humility. 


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VVllITECUAT— (/>rfmi/,H^  phial  of  oil.) 

Wliilc  from  out  my  northern  realm. 
Where  the  ice-floes  overwhelm ; 
Other  offering  have  I  none, 
Save  this  poor  and  simple  one. 
Oil  in  Altar  lamp  to  shine, 
Emblem  of  the  I'aith  divine ! 

Cabiboo — (presenting  lichens.) 

Lichens  from  the  fir-tree's  side, 
Gathered  as  I  swiftly  glide, 
Such  my  humble  offering  be. 
Emblem  of  Fidelity. 

OsMVKDA—ipresentiiig  garland  of  ferns.) 

Graceful  frondlcts  as  T  weave 
A  garland  at  tliy  feet  I  leave ; 
In  their  bright  and  living  green, 
Pledge  of  endless  life  is  seen. 

Mother  JIagdalen — (.!tandi?ig. ) 

Aly  children,  words  can  not  convey 

The  joy  that  fills  my  heart  to-dayi 

As  ga'-hered  'round  niy  tlirone  I  see 

All  in  joyful  jubilee. 

The  fruit  of  fifty  circling  years 

Of  toil  and  labor,  love  and  tears : 

But  there's  one  I  sadly  miss 

On  such  glorious  day  as  this : 

No  Bej)thuc  child  attends  your  throng. 

Or  mingles  in  your  joyful  song. 

Terranova — 

Oh  sad.  dear  Mother,  to  relate. 
The  proud  Beothuc's  mournful  fate: 
Of  that  brave  tribe,  doth  not  remain 
E'en  one  to  join  our  jovous  strain. 
(Tableau.     The  spirit  of  Shanandithi  appears.) 

Shanandithi — 

Alas!  the  tale  is  but  too  true, 

Which  my  dear  mother  tells  to  you : 

But  though  from  earth  we  have  been  driven 


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By  cruel  man;  to  us  is  given 
That  place  on  earth  denied— in  Heaven 
Deprived,  indeed,  of  God's  blessed  sight 
(For  we  have  neer  received  Faith's  light) ; 
And  though  we  walk  not  with  the  blest. 
Yet  we  enjoy  eternal  rest. 
And  our  pure  spirits  join  to-day 
In  this, ;  jur  joyful  jubil'lay. 


(Spirit  vaniihtt.) 


TE  DEUM  BY  ALL. 
CURTAIN. 


■■T..    ..    ..     X,  NOTES. 

„^J!\  I''"  Norseman" .-(p.  97.)  There  is  a  tradition  which  is 
nw  S,  'm  "*  "  »"  ""'''"'''"■i  historical  fact,  that  in  the  ym  loc^ 
tri'u'  'h=,N<"-s«nian,  discovered  Newfoundland. 

Abbot  o''r?™?,'!,'S"'7l''-  »i:'  °"'  ."'  "«  ''S"""'  0'  ">i>  holy 
«ll.?  Z  ..!,""  J''""^  '•"'  sometime  in  the  sixth  century  he 
Str.l.t.l'"',!?  r'^u""'"  ""'"'"  '"^  f°<"^  "=n  ylandeTarre 
!"u  ,f*,'  'S'  '»')'<'"  "k  mountaynes  of  stones." 

tiJt^n  S  .hT'Rnfi  ■^'"il^r  «i''™  l"?  l^'  Norseman  to  one 
«0Ms  or  flio^  I.  "'""/"«'  ''y  ">«"'•  "  means  land  of  large 
::Moun,°a^S^is''on«.i;  ""'  "'"'  "^"""""o"  "'"•  «'■  B™"-'' 
"Five  hundred  years  less  three":— (p.  07.)  !•  in  the  vnr  1.1m  >h. 
date  of  the  discovery  of  Newfoundtand  i/y  the  aCs  '        *^'  "^* 

£Sr— ^'--'-M?.l^«^he"JSie^l 

at  rerryland,  m  1622,  He  called  his  prov  nee  Avalon  which  was  Ihi 
SrATban,"'and°',ii'"l°"E"'^'  "•'"."stood  the  crieb  Jed  Abbey 'of 
was  a  fSure  "  '™"  "'  V""""™.     This  plantation 

"The  Christian  Sons  of  Charlemagne" :— (0  08  )  Uo  to  ah™,(  ,h. 
year  i;oi  the  French  and  English*  contended  for  th/owneS  Sf 
serr?,^°V?b,r"^''^'i'l^  "T.  'ought  over  "a  by ""d  and 

£^  ^?^ic[ish7d'  b?S!;;'"s..tSfhe;of&l„^i'4s 

vestige  of  this  establishment  Sow  retnains  "  '™*    "" 

f'fol  "Th^  wf  V  ^"'^"•rr.'"-  ,""■>    D^'='  O'Connell. 


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■crou  from  Nova  Scotia.  Anciently  in  their  language,  called 
Accadic. 

(13)  "The  Padliau" :— (p.  loa.)  ihis  is  the  Mic-Mac  term  for  a  prieit, 
a  soft  way  of  pronouncing  the  French  word  patriarch*. 

UJ>  "Of  the  lost  Beothuc  race":— (p.  I03.)  The  ancient  red  Indiana  of 
Newfoundland,  of  whom  Shanandithi  was  the  last  survivor.  She 
was  captured,  with  her  mother  and  sister,  in  1823.  They  were  brought 
to  St.  John's,  but  both  died  very  soon.  Shanandithi  died  in  183ft  a 
few  years  before  the  arrival  01  the  nuns,  but  the  anachronism  of 
introducing  her  into  the  drama  is  a  poetical  license  that  will  easily 
be  pardoned. 

U4)  "To  die  on  lonely  Labrador": — (p.  103.)  It  is  believed  that  the  rem- 
nant of  the  tribe  fled  to  Labrador  before  the  ruthless  onslaughts  of 
the  white  men. 

<  i3>  "I  he  Harp  and  the  Hood": — (p.  105.)  Si>ecies  of  teals.  Bedlamcr  is 
a  name  given  to  a  two-year-old  seal.  tVhitecoat  to  a  newly  whelped 
cub. 

(16)  "Dear  Sister  Bernard": — (p.  no.)  The  four  nuns  who  first  came  to 
Newfoundland  were  Sister  Bernard  Kirwan,  who  was  made  first 
Siii)eriDrc!is.  She  died  at  Fermense  on  37th  February,  1857.  aged  60 
years.  Sister  Zavier  Molony,  who  afterwards  founded  the  Convent  at 
Harbor  Main.  She  died  in  St.  John's,  8th  October,  1865,  aged  85 
years.  Sister  Zavier  Lynch  (known  for  distinction  sake  as  Zaveria) 
'lid  .>5th  November,  1882,  at  Harbor  Grace.  And  Sister  Magdalen 
O'Shaughnessy,  who  atone  survives*  of  this  intrepid  band  of  pioneers. 

(17)  "At  the  sign  of  the  Rising  Sun":— (p.  118.)  When  the  nuni  first 
arrived,  as  there  was  no  convent  or  school  to  receive  them,  they  lived 
for  a  time  at  the  "Old  Palace,"  and  taught  school  in  the  back  room 
of  a  tavern  bearing  the  significant  signboard  with  the  above  title! 

{18)  "111  the  erst  uncultured  waste":— (p.  118.)  The  spot  on  which  the 
Cathedral  now  stands  was  only  a  few  years  ago  a  wilderness,  and  is 
still  called  by  the  old  people  "The  Barrens." 


*Mother  Magdalen  died  in  1886  in  her  95th  year. 


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